Why do I feel this way?
So lost, so out of reach
My mind is in a recession
Bottled up and unproductive
Void is all I see
Can it be any worse?

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I know its not right
I see, quite aware of what exactly to do
So much information to process
Overwhelmed by reality, elusive of the obvious
There I sit, waiting just to hear it happen
Believing the storms will pass
Dreading to let down my net for fear of null catch

Why should I try?
For gloomy is my sight
So many miles uncovered
But if there is one thing I've learnt
Failed attempts are much better than evasive actions
So I must try, even if it kills me