I am not a person like tomorrow. A walking ghost, I still live alongside blissful degeneracy. They stole ten years from me, Ten years of my ecstatic individualism. A decade spent crying into the hard, wooden floor. And the fog that clouds my peripheral vision, Obstructs my future as well, clutching the flask. But that’s alright. I will not get my decade back, Nor my stability, that never lingered, But I will make a list. What I missed while I was absent. Most things start with a list. Why can’t I?
Can I ever make a decision? The answer dances on my tongue Behind my teeth. Pursed lips and blank eyes. To dissociate with reality is surely bliss. I know who I am in my own head. Out there is a population of mindless sheep. Tell me it’s time to wake up. I hear your whisper in my ear.
For all the effort that goes into them. Dreams and games fail to replicate reality. I've been able to let myself become immersed, Totally enveloped in artificial worlds, But a simple mistake can be a thread, That undoes the entire tapestry. I'm forced from the illusion, Back into reality. But lately some things don't make sense, And real has never felt more fake. I can't help myself from wondering, Is there something else waiting if I pull this thread?
people ask me how i’m doing and i say ‘okay’ nobody questions it; cuz that’s what they all say only time my words are questioned is when i speak my mind don’t wanna hear reality, so put me back in line i wish the whole wide world could know just how i feel this life of fear and lies simply has no appeal the voices in my head speak more truth than you i’m getting tired of always confusing the two my mind is a haunted house; there’s more to me than meets the eye body full of so many secrets despite my size
if given the choice, maybe i wouldn’t choose this one to possess occupying a vessel this anxious just leads to more stress ‘friend in high places’ but the place is your head [in the clouds] smoking and drinking to quiet us; but trust me you can’t drown us out there’s more work to be done and words to be said most talk internally but that don’t mean we’re not friends
something to be said about an openminded guy with so much personality they started to compile a collective consciousness sprouting within took years too long to finally let us in but here we are, now you know and you listen at names mentioned, your heart now quickens beats as one, as we are together a single unit of several, here for each other confusing to all but one another you find yourselves in us