I don't believe anymore.

It's an endless trap.
With every step you take
you must also calculate your last
and judge your next.

Everything seems to be an absolute these days.
Either you make it or you don't.
I seem to be stuck in the middle.
Between living and dreaming.
Losing any sense of where I'm going
or even where i want to be.

Every substance that's been abused.
Every false hope of something real has left me used.
Wonderland has become reality and the only thing i trust.

Friends and family i bid you a due.
I'm sick of being lost.
I guess we all find our own paths

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ian]

I found this to be really nice. I really feel the hopelessness in your words. I think having two lines starting with "every" in the stanza after you call everything "absolute" is a great detail. The lines "losing any sense of where I'm going or even where I want to be" are particularly poignant, especially right after saying you are between living and dreaming, because these lines really suggest that you're doing neither. Very well done. My only tip would be that I think you meant to say "I bid you adieu" I could be wrong though.