Smoke another cigarette
Cry another tear
Neither one help me feel better
So much now that I forget
It’s all becoming clear
With every word I write
With every letter
Do I even know myself?
Am I but a stranger?
Have I ever known myself at all?
So many things I tell myself
But, maybe that’s the danger
Maybe, it’s but dreams that I recall

Is this real
Or is this dream?
Am I fast awake
Or wide asleep?
Am I all or nothing I’ve wanted to be?
This pain I feel
These silent screams
Does my soul shake
Or does it creep?
Is it what I’ve lost or found now haunting me?