I find myself twisting turning
thinking of some far off dimension that lies out of reach.
My countenance masks the emotions that swirl through my body and mind, converging into one endless stream.
The world is out to get me, to serve me the cold plate of reality, not even a drink to swallow this dry piece of life.
I want to scream, and rip the hair follicles clean off my scalp, for that pain may wake me up, from this dream I am held in.
This globe of spherical doom, these doldrums that haunt my brightest visions. They are but clouds that block the faintest  rays of hope.
I wish to tell you of my life, anyone who wishes to take a seat, I don't know when my tale will end but I'd get this burden off my heaving chest.
But I wish and want so many things and sit here like the child I am, not knowing what do next, I sit and wait for that person who will sit and listen to what my heart wants to sing.