i am floating through surreal
a dreaming waking moment
and this tumult i feel
goes on without end

i am pinned by reality like an insect on a board
a specimen pierced through guns spilling outward
i am plagued by inaction, hesitation and lost
i know what i need to do, i know what i must

but i question i hem, i haw
im not sure how to go about this at all
i am impotent unable and too scared to fall
i am gasping with nerves rubbed raw

i must i must i must there is action to be done
this surreality i carry with me for now until the end
to forget this would be to lose myself
its a way i've grown that i never wanted to.