Living in a world constructed on lies.
A slave to this body, entrapped by my mind.
To have it all doesn’t suffice.
I forfeit this fight.
Tired of being told what’s right.
I follow the clock but my soul knows there is no such thing as time.
But I live the illusion and say hello to others as they pass me by.
This anxiety is building & I have nowhere to hide.
Too many memories from previous lives arise.
I wish I can die just to remember one more time.
But they don’t understand, they think I’ve lost my mind.
I see figures, fuzzy static ripples and waves all around me.
Constantly reminding me of the unseen.
Constantly reminding me of the dimensions that lie above me.
My days seem like a dream and my dreams feel like reality.
I come alive when I sleep.
I’ll live again when I’m dead.
I’ll no longer have to pretend to fit in.
Please God, be a friend.
Put this life to an end.
I’m just dying to see you again.