It's not all that great.

2016 has just started,
Yet I feel like my world is crumbling.

Waking up to bad news everyday,
As if nightmares were reality instead.

I see my goals fading away,
and my dreams falling apart.

Choices were not given to my hands,
But rather force fed into my mouth.

Take this hardship and swallow,
Soon there'll be more to come.

I want to focus on the things that makes me happy,
Sadly Time has stripped and run.

Wishing things to be smooth and well,
Like idiots finding brains.

Running bare with no shame,
This is my 3 months game.

Quietly awaiting another hurricane,
Like damages were not yet done.

Pull through life with strange affairs,
The pain have begun.

What can I say to these questioning people?
Like my life is a mystery.

With long lost belongingness as appetiser,
And premium tears as winery.

All I could ever say is..
It's not all that great.

Wildest Wolf