When the days go by
And the things don’t seem smooth sail;
Deep within you, the feeling is terrible;
You’ve played a part in the fall of yourself,
You’ve cut the thread that holds your own kite.
Guilt springs up from within you,
There is another man that accuses you.
You seem you’ve lost the sensitivity
In the pursuit of something,
Sometimes you don’t even know;
What is going on? What am I turning into?
Am I becoming a man without chest.
-The Poet Pretender