I lost my way, my thoughts, my in-between,
I forgot to think; I lost my dream.
I left my heart on a wooden shelf,
and kept inside a jar, immured.
I love you st the hope to stay alive
and take my dream, no 9 to 5.
I have no belief, no self inside
onth or It happened so easily:
Not the best, but you can see where I’ve been the last month or so!