So…here is a story, not where it begins, but right, smack, in the middle.
Where ambition meets fear, all sheep look alike and the day starts as a riddle.
Aspirations are high but the timing derailed. Not knowing where you stand…
To hold a bag of seed, shitpiles of high hopes, in an infertile land.
Where Heaven meets moral, Limbo is weird and Hell has the mind possessed.
When the clouds do not clear, we all stand alone in the City of the Depressed.