I AM PURE PUNKROCK

I'm worried.

I'm standing on a busy street. Cars speeding by, people walking and chattering, busy to get about their lives. And I need to get across the street. But I have to find the damn traffic light or the zebra crossing before I can make my way across. I frantically search for that gap in the street with the white stripes, but it's nowhere to be seen. It's there, somewhere, I just can't find it. I need to get across before it's too late.
I get people around me to show me the way, and I get hints of where the crossing is.
But it's getting dark. Really dark. I can't help but feel that if I don't work harder, and faster, to get where I need to, I'd be shut out for good.
The light's dimming now. I raise my hands out in front of me, and I can barely see my fingers. I'm scared.
Everyone else has made their way across, and I can't rely on anyone anymore. The darkness overwhelms. Soon it's pitch black. And I can't see. I can't see, and I can't hear. It's silent. Everything's dead.
I'm alone. And I can't go anywhere. The people I love, and need, are gone. I can't see them.
It's a long way across the street and I can't sense them, and neither can they sense me.
I had one chance to do it right, and I blew it.
I've lost my will.
I've lost the light.
I can't go on.
I'm hopeless.




I don't want that to happen.
I used to be invincible.
But now I stand to lose alot.
I stand to lose a whole future.
I stand to lose my loved ones.
My baby love.
I don't want her to leave me because of how incompetent I am.
I'm afraid she will.
I have to do something!
Even if it kills me, I will do something.
Anything.
Not just for me.
But for you to stay by me.
I love you.
Don't ever go.