The Rope.

The rope is getting shorter

I am almost at the end

People need to take a step back

away from me, a lose canon

I am at the brink of explosion

I don’t know how much longer I can stand it

Is it you?  Is it me?  I’m not sure anymore

All I know is that my patience is wearing thin.

I need to get away

I need to find an escape.

Somewhere real, somewhere imaginary

Something in between, it really does not matter

Don’t tell me I have to change

Don’t tell me I should understand

I have been trapped with this shit

along the rest of the world

and I can no longer stay in standstill.

I need to take a step

Away from the mess

Unless you want me to run all over you

I could care less if you and I survive in the end

Drastic measures are inevitable

I don’t see no other option

Space and time does not even cover

the lengths I have to travel

Keep you distance, let me be

This is the end, The story closes here.