Expressing too much is precarious especially when One wills it to be private. There's a price to pay at the end of the day and I've done mine. In fact, its feel like thirteen shades of grey and I can almost feel like its a quarter life crisis(just that I've not hit two-five). I'm a casualty in this wicked game. This verdictless life, am I truly living it right? Or is it just the stirring of my soul, grabbing a hold before I tumble?

This is the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon.
Stuck within the gloom with a windowless view.
So I rent a room, furnish it with luxury and beauty
but all I feel is alone.
So what if I've got a smile on, its just trying to hide the dark behind.

Where's my chance card?