I once used to be
and aspiring artist
I once used to be
a harmony loving musician
I once used to be
a sensitive poet
I once used to be
and independent philosopher
Things I once had.
once were.
now, not.
I once used to have dreams
but now i wander through my sleep.
I once thought outside the box
but now I'm nothing but the box.
I used to think things to the point where they made sense
but now I just think to much.
So much that I begin to wonder
What have I become
My worst nightmare;
What I used to make fun of when i was younger;
what I used to fear to become;
nothing.
