Lost

Time passes quickly

What is the best thing

To do

What if…

The sky is getting darker

Gray clouds and some rain

Then the

Evening lights

And slow thoughts as a

Vague memory

Of another life

No Plans

I did not plan this

This was not my dream

Only tired reality

Options

Still the depression

Looms like a huge bird

Waiting for its pray

To come out into

The sunlight