Here I seek eternal rest

I feel the slowly spinning of the world, like it's coming to a full stop. I am becoming anxious of the end. I have been following a broken trail and it leads to my death.

I am ambushed by the magnified version of my problems. I am a hopeless bundle of "what have I done". A countless regrets I can no longer remember. A height of attitude problems I can't seem to discard. 

I kept walking just in case I find a get out jail card stranded on a tree somewhere. I have observed time passing by. And I'm afraid I am nearing my expiration date. 

I am manufactured. Born and bred to follow one path, to be one person, to have one destination. Everything is an orchestra, a combination of Dior dresses and fake smiles.  

I am slipping away to my distress. 

Here I seek eternal rest.