Second Guessing
Perhaps the world hates me as much as I hate it in my reflection Perhaps it is all futile, and people are fleeting moments None that hold, but captivate with the promise-- Perhaps in all the chaos of moving ahead, I am meant to be alone I hope that I'll receive flowers I hope at least in death I will Because what else do we have-- I hope the yearning of the world has space for my thoughts The drowning starts with the opening The drowning of myself in my dreams Until I drown the dream and, invariably, myself. The drowning is what I live for every day It may be the lack of finding people to listen to me It may be my unrealistic worldview So fragmented I don't recognise the mirrors It may be that I was never meant to be Greatness is a race that I fight myself for Greatness is my sorrow, my only companion Leaving behind everything that could-- Greatness and the quest defined me, and now I'm nothing Once I found myself moving through Applause Once I hoped in belief of my dreams ...
