I awake in the middle of the night again
feeling that life has about as much taste
as licking the wall
And I'd throw myself off the balcony
if it wouldn't be so pointless
if it wouldn't be
like everything else

And my heart beats hard in my chest
like I'm plummeting towards the future
without a parachute
and why? Why? Why
am I anxious over all the things that could happen tomorrow
when I don't even CARE what could happen tomorrow?
Tomorrow is a pile of sand.
The one I'll land in.