These bright rays of sun, Hitting my eyes from above, Do they feel any remorse? Or is it just their natural order? My hands are empty again, And something is missing. What is it I wonder, Its important but I can't remember. There's a rock on my chest, How did it end up there? Where do I start looking, I don't even know what am I missing. There are clouds in my head, Thoughts hidden due to fog. I hope it doesn't rains, It would ruin this sunny day. The day goes on as usual, My friends are all present and normal. I see rainbows and dew drops too, But why do the clouds still linger? Oh this rock isn't moving, Its heavy but not protruding. The clouds getting darker, I hope the sun doesn't sets. I can't walk no more, My feet are stuck in a swamp. I can hear the turmoil take over, Oh the raindrops are here. I drag my body desperately, But the fog never ends. The rock keeps getting bigger, Along with the heavy downpour. I start digging the ground, What am I missing so profound? Why is it that despite all the turmoil, Its so hollow and quiet within? My breathing gets ragged, As the rock crushes into my soul. I feel something slither on my neck, Dull green vines emerging from the fog. My lungs expand for air, But the vines are stronger. I wanna start it all over, But time waits for none. At last the heavy rain stops, And the bright rays appear again. This time the clouds won't take over, For I'm stuck in the time forever. There are flowers in my eyes, Maggots eating the rotten fly. The rock is now a mountain, On top is a museum on failures.