It catches You and You are done.
Knowing life, the beautiful side of it, gone.
Now the climb up, or to a new place in time, must start.
It can be hard. There is a grey wherever You look.
Even the words You speak and listen to, taste like sawdust.
Underneath it all lies acceptance, acceptance of who we are.
Maybe I am a loser, a nobody who does not know anything. Can’t do nothing, is worthless in the eyes of society. It might just be that accepting that takes me towards freedom.
We shall see.