I'm wide awake and I just--
don't want to be.
Laying aside a mount of realizations
surreal under the night sky
I don't know what to believe
I really don't and--
if I don't think this way
then what's there to even
think?
What will they think of me and
who will I become if I don't think
what I do.
What then will be my problem and
what will I need to doubt?
It's insane--
and I'm going insane
knowing it'll all go in vain.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
I'm wide awake and I just--
don't want to be.
Laying aside a mount of realizations
surreal under the night sky
I don't know what to believe
I really don't and--
if I don't think this way
then what's there to even
think?
What will they think of me and
who will I become if I don't think
what I do.
What then will be my problem and
what will I need to doubt?
It's insane--
and I'm going insane
knowing it'll all go in vain.
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