What are you looking at.

I feel like im at the end, its quiet and noisy
The roads have events attached i cannot make myself move or reach for
I have to stay in bed and recover
But why was i hear to start with
Because you dont see the wounds and you keep wounding
You dont see the progress you want results
Theres no reason to talk you cant hear
You cant hear pain you dont feel pain you feel nothing except a cause of selfish ambition
An unfulfilling path no one will go with you
And you wont reach your destination.