On vacation

I ran outside the other day,
but I tripped, fell flat and broke my head.
Found out it was full of fake expectations,
all the dreams I thought I had,
were just a bunch of borrowed crap.

Ideas of goals, my own home, my own rhythm.
Self-sustainable, young and witty,
always un-attached to anything normally pretty.
Always black never white,
always trying to win the fight.

I would one day rule the world,
and turn everything to stone.
Kill the softies, spoil the weak,
I would one day make them see.

I fell hard and hurt my soul,
it ran away and wont return.
Slowly my heart has grown cold,
scarred, pathetic, ugly and bored.
Were have all the weak ones gone?
The normally pretty people I had once destroyed?

Now I lie here faced down to the ground,
cant move, cant dream, cant walk around.
I got a worm friend who I sometimes talk to,
a full relationship with my nose too.
So thats it, thats all there is to it,
Ill close my eyes now and go on a holiday.