I'm going to try

Thrown in the middle of

not terror, really

if there is a feeling worse it's apathy

when you can't pursue what you desire

you fill the void with "rightness"

that logic will prod you in

that voices of reason will praise

they confirm the emptiness, no doubt

Thrown in the middle of

not attachment, really

if there's a feeling worse it's complacency

when you scream at night from indecision

you rage against walls with questions

that would be answered if

that could be explained it

you dropped the chains of reality, no doubt

There's nothing but a sad shallow goal

There's nothing to embrace at night

There's nothing I desire

And I dare to include my love in this

And I dare beg for his understanding

And I continue through the straight and narrow

As slowly like a mist at twilight

I lose my beautiful deadly rabbit hole

dream