And in this world
where everything matters,
yet nothing is real,
I am lost.

A coward is among the brave,
the brave who shine for something
even when they might be wrong,
all that matters
is that they shine.

But I don't want to,
I feel tired and dull
with an aching in my chest,
a longing in my mind
to be set free,

free from known boundaries,
where I'm told to sit and just wait
for my dreams to arrive,
like ships on an orange horizon,
drifting about endlessly,
but never making it
onto my shore.

And in this world
where everything matters,
yet nothing is real,
I am lost.