i fall recklessly out of reality
as quickly as i face plant into it,
stuck somewhere between truth
and my constant dreaming.
oh why? i ask my large imagination
do i constantly let you wander?
it leads me to dangerous tunnels of regret
where i am trapped in the black nothingness
of pain i have unsuccessfully tried to heal
"keep it simple" he orders
and as true as i know it is
i can't bring myself to listen to his words
so once again i lay here
overthinking every small part of my messy life
once again relying on a blank page
to cure my constant thought build up
that digs and scratches from inside me