(untitled life)

Dreams seem so useless,
since I feel like I'm down hill.
My life seems to go nowhere,
nothing about it is a thrill.

My mind constantly blurry,
but nothing really to see.
I'm always in a fury,
'cause when I speak no one agrees.

Maybe one day I'll be in love.
Maybe one day I'll be above,
In the sky,
As I fly,
far away from home.