The sun rises from behind the mountains
My eyelids open and my mind is summoned
Questions within me toss over from joy to dread
I feel as if a coward for taking more interest in them than the world around
What do I do with myself besides sitting alone and feeling sorry for myself
Do I love this miserable state, what is going on
Surely I was destined for more than just debating revelations within
Than contemplating my mind games and feeling low in result
Surely I am destined for more
Born into wealth but poor inside
Am I ungrateful to not appreciate this exterior wealth brought upon me
If I am to be grateful it is not for the wealth, but that it showed me that this wealth does not bring happiness
Than again I can't remember what brings me happiness at all
I am beginning to love sleep more than usual
Sleep takes it all away, consciousness is gone and I no longer exist
And it is beautiful
I awake and the day is the same as the last
I feel as if sensitive as a bubble that awaits to be popped
Any moment now it feels
Emotions are watched but still they control
I can't shake these urges that tell me to stay
With all the hate I create
It's all I know it seems to say
Such interest and attention in illusion is slowly being driven away
By whom I do not know,the whole conception of who I am is nothing but a show
Conveyed to who I do not know, so I claim God. Why make up yet another dream
