I don't want this to be me. 

I don't want to lose my passion. 

I don't want to become

a shell 

of a human. 

I want to be happy, 

dance in the rain, 

and move forward. 

I don't ever want to become

stagnate

un-moving 

dirty

with a soul full of germs, 

like I am slowly becoming 

I have too much to do

to become too old;

to have my bones

be so weary 

already

I have plans

And I'm going to start giving a shit again