Endless thoughts churning through my head that never seem to be appeased,
like the angry waters of so many relentless seas.

Full of opinions and emotion,
yet I feel empty, lost and sinking in my deep and utter devotion.

These illusions I have created as bleak as they may seem,
Lift me from reality and drop me into someone else’s dream.

Constantly followed by a dense and suffocating fog,
like a prisoner struggling to find my own softly spoken dialog.

I find myself trying to break free,
I want the world, no I want ME to see me.

Instead I stay confined, confined to this lifeless existence,
It is so hard, so insufferably hard, struggling against all of this resistance

And so I ask what is the purpose of this life I claim?
Yet no answer comes, so it is here that I must remain.