Such is my will,
that I wish too much,
and do too little,
wishing to be this or that,
hoping I’ll wake up one day,
whole and complete.
Dreaming of different realities,
different lives in which I was good,
perhaps those are glimpses into different dimensions,
were I actually did what I know I needed to do,
instead of simply wishing,
and became what I could be,
unlimited potential, limitedly explored.
Perhaps those daydreams of mine are what I could have been now,
in this life, presently,
but no longer possible,
not for you,
cursed to dream of what I could have been.
Is that not hell?
if it is and that I am in hell, at least I’m not alone,
seems like there are billions of others.