I don't know what is supposed to happen from here on out.
Don't really know if this is my route.
I'm dazed and confused and really quite distraught,
I am unable to finish my thought.
Everything that happens, I have learned to not feel its hurt.
I'm walking in a dream and have become inert.
I don't know what's real or what's fake.
What I feel is making me quake
For I am having a hard time with the moments I feel,
They are so hard to conceal
And yet it is the public who I fear.
The public with their need to persevere
And interfere in a life not their own.
I know that I am prone
To not feeling quite the norm. I am moving in a shortened moment.
Here I am, lost in this dream-like life, circumvent…
Whatever is real has been lost to me.
Nothing seems real. There are no guarantees.
There is no pain…there is no love…there is no feeling anymore…
Even the environment has a contemptible décor.
My head feels as though it is floating in the clouds,
The masses hate me, they gather in crowds
Only to degrade all that I have become, which isn't much.
But I can never feel their touch.
I have become so invisible in this world, in this dream.
It is all inevitable, I will not reign supreme.
I have fallen deeper into this awkward sleep,
Perhaps the benefits, I should reap?
Should I wallow in my pride in this delusional state?
Naw, I know I can escape this, I'll recriminate.
I'll take the will of dreams into my own hands
And it is me that the dream will have to understand.