downcast eyes

I lay to sleep

These downcast eyes

To not get too caught up in futures

When the present is also a problem

It has nothing to do with time

And maybe my language is alien

The root of my pending destruction

A sonnet for what I can‘t change

And a tear for the man I must be

Your choices will not be forgiven

And clearly you can‘t overcome them

When you want to affirm you've existed

You undo all the work that they did

When you learn to hate society

You learn it through the home

Now you‘re moving from system to system

Household to household

Father to child

And you browse through the shops for salvation

Unsure what to get, you‘ll be damned

But never did questions impede you

What does it mean to have things?