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Thoughts late at night

 I sit on the floor of my room and think nothing.
I want to sort out life. Where shall I go from here? What are my perspectives?
I cannot figure it out. What shall I do, whom can I ask?

I sit on the floor of my room and try to concentrate.
It is not possible. I am not able to hold my thoughts.
Why do they drift away. How is that possible, how can I keep them?

I sit on the floor of my room and drift away.
I look around in my room and my eyes ge t stuck on old memories. Memories of a past life.
I get melancholic. Where has it gone, why did it not last?

I sit on the floor of my room and my radio plays easy listening music.
My sweethearts look sleepy and they do not seem to care about my mood.
Well fed they just lay there and dozes. Does anybody care about me, will I be missed?

I sit on the floor of my room and want to write.
I got up to grab some paper and a pen. Then I went back to where I was before.
But writing does not help. How can this be, what is wrong with me?

So I still sit on the floor of my room, still not able to sort out my life.
Cannot concentrate, still in the past. My radio keeps on playing easy listening music and my sweethearts are still dozing into the night.
And me? What shall I do now? I cannot figure it out. So I made one decision now.
I keep on sitting on the floor of my room.


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