Some times
I put on these glasses...

You're only 20 years old
You're still an infant...

Pull the trigger
Bring the hammer down...

It does not matter
if it's dark or light...

One late night
Showed me the light...

Tender little bird
fallen of nest...

Here I am
Hanging from the tree...

My eyes won't close
My mind wheels won't stop spinning...

So this is
how insomnia must feel...

Drown me
in the lakes...

Life has given me
limited options...

First cycle:
Like old farm wisdom states...