When the inspiration strikes..

I want to redefine my worries with refined writing.

I want I want I want.

My stare is set on stars but I falter at the end of stairs.

"I'm sad and alone, I'm sad and alone, I'm sadly alone,"

>Anger at my primitive consciousness.

>Anger at my premature conclusions.

>Anger at my problematic consensus for psychological catastrophe.

These words don't mean shit but I do.

So where the fuck are you?