last sip from a cold cup of tea
is all i've got left
can't even think right
without going too deep
can't even sleep tight
i'm done counting sheep

a human form
imprisons itself
inside reality
with the linger
a hunger to define
all
are stuck here
with just one choise
unchangeable
unfixable
unbareable
unable to decide

live or die
what choise is this?
a trick question
diverting from
when