When did I sink so low
as to find myself being towed
back to the shore of reality
making known of my inability?

When did I felt this pain
so familiar that it now soothes like rain,
to say at least the rain brings
a curious cast sarcastically sings?

When did I had that chance
to realize my pretentious stance
had ached my supposed reeling
of addressing my convoluted feeling?

When did I lose my side of humanity
ever since one of my kind spoke honestly,
questions I ponder my own portion of sanity
whereas it clearly spewed out futility?