I talk too much
But dont say enough
Dont say anything
Wear my masks
So nobody can see
The man i really wanna be
What the fuck am i even saying now
Clearly this poet thing
Is not working out
I’m sitting at the train station
Bayonne, france
I have under €5
Gonna walk the camino
I dont even really know why
What am i
Sick of it all
This is the end of the road
For this version of my story
I cannot live like this anymore
Stupid smartphones
Ipods, kindles. H&m clothes
Torrented music
Fake friends
I dont love or miss anyone
I just wanna be alone
Somewhere far away
From everyone
Sit in silence
Eat carrots
Do nothing
Let the universe
Wash me away
Take me to paradise