I Can't Figure

I can’t figure

out if it’s me or my brain, I

mean I know we’re the same, but I

can’t help but think

if it’s all in my head, aren’t I

part of this game?

The sand in my eyes isn’t anything new,

but I promise, these days, there’s not much I can do, I

pretend to be crying, I can’t escape dying, but

what does it mean if I don’t

(want) to get through?

A part of this world I slept and I saw

all these breathtaking beautiful plentifully flawed,

stardust created and grass root sedated

I think that the expletives left me in awe.

To circle back, as to once, how we,

were discussing the endless po-si-bi-li-ties

of deciding the fate of my heart, mind, my brain,

(determined to stray from the path of the sane)

and my love isn’t endless,

the ashes transcend this,

I am falling

a part

of this life

(we explain).

Author's Note

Not sure what I think about this one, but any feedback would be appreciated!

Reviews

[Orange]

Cant find out the truth unless you try.
Good read.