It feels like am drifting in space,
Solitarily Speculating the unknown,
It feels like am in and out of my head,
Bemused by my own thoughts.
My burdens are heavy and inessential
Everything is at sixes and sevens.
My life is in total shambolic
Will I be able to find my safe haven?
Numbed my legs from chasing perfection,
Reality often leaves me discombobulated.
I have poured my chest out
just to be humiliated,
I have Spoken my mind
but I'm still being intimidated.
I have questioned almost everything
But I have received less answers,
I'm living on assumptions
And its eating me up like cancer.
Everything falls out of place
What a perfect disaster.🙄
'Cause my life is like a dusty book
That no one wants to read,
They say It is what it is
But I don't know what it is.
And not knowing what it is,
doesn't put my soul at ease.
Is it a blessing or a curse?
I can't even get this answer right.
my scepticism is becoming worse,
My introspections are now unfathomable
And I'm ceaselessly buffled by my notions.
I just can't take this anymore,
It feels like my head will explode,
Meditating and drugs aren't Helping.
The noise in my head is just too loud
And I just can't seem to stop it.
©frank97
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