Sometimes,

You get caught up in the cloud of doubt.
You worry, and lose sight of how big this world actually is.
You lose hope, and you mop.
You keep moping.
You pull yourself away from the rest.
Further and further you go.
Until no one notices you.
Until you finally hit the wall.

You realize,
you can no longer go any further.
That's it.
What do you?
Sit and wait till your skin begins to wrinkle up
and you shrivel away into the cold misty air?
No one remembers you anyway.
You've been forgotten.

So you just sit there.
And wait till death creeps up on you.
And you die.


Cabbage Wabbage