I live a lonely life-
In an empty hallway
with droplets of my past staining the floor.
My walls are my confidants
Harboring the most lonesome of thoughts
Matching up patterns to spell a future;
one that’s too bleak for people like me.
See; those like me are stuck on a highway of dreams
With the freaking lights never turning green
But constantly oscillating between red and yellow;
an eternity of waiting.
I am currently looking at the hallway of this life
begging the lungs to squeeze in one more cheer for me
Pleading with me to be there for me.