Bleak, cold...
Windy winds...
I lie awake... I sleep too much...
I lie aimlessly,
I see bits and pieces of what I ought to accomplish.
Afterwards, that I would be safe, I would find meaning and purpose in the running around.
No, it did not give me a sense of direction where I should head or the confidence that was sipping away.
All the ought and should...
Blasting in my mind, what I should do to become what everyone else is doing everyday.
As if it was the only sign that signals what success and to be happy meant.
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