Reality

Twisting, Swirling in your empty headedness
Boredom controlling everything in your mind
Sweet relief comes from some random obscurity
Finding nothing in a blank space in time
Perverted thoughts of continuation
Fearful that there's something horribly wrong
In the mood for anything at all
In some strange way it must be right
Reality is Questionable
Even if it seems unquestioned
Mindless unconditional acceptance
Of something that is supposedly real