walking without a destination,
head down, shoulders slumped.
towards a path of damnation,
my true calling is to get dumped.
nobody's my one and only salvation,
and so i clench my hands into fists,
the feeling that's boiling up- frustration.
life is scaring me with its twists,
vacations don't feel like vocations.
my eyes darting everywhere,
terrified, not knowing my location.
making up places like "here" or "there",
my pathetic excuse of motivation,
is nothing but lies atop of lies.