Improvise

Walking under the rain.

Is when you think about the past, the present and the future, and how they merge creating YOU.

What am I, then?

My past, has been fully explained.

My present, I see it trough a bottle of alcohol.

The future, it gets written everyday.

Motivations, ambitions, they are long gone.

I find no reason within myself to wake up every morning, and however, I do it.

How? I can't say.

I feel empty on the inside, with a void that nothing seems to fill.

A hole that drags inside all I have, turning me into a shadow of myself, not able to truly feel.

Walking under the rain.

Is when you think about the past, the present and the future, and how they merge creating YOU.