Hoping to dissect the life I have lived.
Falling asleep to move back from the craziness,
hoping to wake up someday soon,
to make sense of it all.
Passing time mocking me,
with every breath of this madness.
No way in sight to the place I wanna go.
Finding solace in the memory of the things that were.
Fighting to find a solution to it all.
This suffering will end one day,
only to be replaced by another.
The dream will come to a screeching halt.
The cycle will be complete.
Madness will being again,
bearing no changes.
With no end in sight.
I wrestle with my restless dream again.
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