I remember when the world told me I was wrong, that
Dreams aren’t real, and neither are good intentions.
Live as you speak, not as you breathe.
That’s what I was told to do
And follow it I did
Until I collapsed
Losing
Each breath
From my lungs as if
They were somebody else’s
Who needed them more than I did
Since it seemed like I really didn’t care
About half of the things I pretended to belong to
It only seemed natural to agree with such a demanding force
Like it was the voice of my own that spoke from within
Allowing me to see things as though I were looking
Through planes of clouded glass that were
Supposed to aid my travels with
Their fogged state of self