Drifting...

"Can you feel it crush you?
Does it seem to bring the worst in you out?
There's no running away from these things that hold you down.
Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this?
Of all the colors that you've shined this is surely not your best."
-Colors

These blurred lines string together a multitude of realities
That in the end form my own self defeating threads.
I'm falling faster then I'd care to admit and my inability
To carry out a basic desire of self-sufficiency ends.
So I stand, pretending, uncaring, and not really all there
And my mind is wandering trapped as a vagabond in my own conscious.
Doomed to traverse my thoughts I walk along the corridors
Of a mind so torn, so disconnected, so noxious.
I crave an escape, I would delight in freedom
From a contract of life that has already been signed,
But still I walk, hoping, praying for something better
For at this rate I fear I will slowly lose my mind.