what?

When will I ever fear, fear?

Why am I still sitting here on his meaningless old desk

as the hand on my watch keeps switching down-

As the moon continues to rise and the stars continue to shine,

Why am I sitting here, fearless without a story?

I am confident, but of what?

Watching myself mold away from the mess I have made,

So damn vulnerable of the daily exposed routine that

It has already numbed into my veins and beated out the beatings my heart refuse to take.

Too weak to take this road, but strong enough to take another day...?

I make no sense.

But that's just me.. right now.