vague

I forgot how to draw as I pleased.
I did what they told what I had to do.
It wasn't a bad thing though, was it?

I'm just a bit at lost. Where did my passion go?
I supposed to live my life, not try to live a life I supposed to.
I'm not feeling happy nor upset.
I just did it and I liked, not I like it and then I do it.

My life has lost it spark.
My mind has made a cage.

If I could ask one wish.
I wish I could fly across the ocean then jump out from the plane,
as I close to the ground near to death.
The parachute open.
At one time maybe I'll realize how ungrateful I was.

Good night, a vague mind.

Nate