What is Real

Dead End…

Have you ever woken up,

                                                And felt as if you weren’t in control?

                                                            Everything I do means nothing.

                                                            Everything becomes an obstacle.

                                                       My very existence is in question.

Everyone must be my enemy.

                                                              Why do you feel the need to lie?

                                                                Traitorous beings humans are.

                                                                     What is real?

                                                       Nothing but illusions, faceless phantoms.

                                                        It was all for naught.

                                                                         The grave beckons me, shall I answer?

                                                                         It all falls apart.

 I try to push the world,

  Nothing happens.

             

    My efforts are futile.

I cannot withstand the tides of time.

The future is ever-changing.

       Every plan ruined.

                   Every design destroyed.

               I am filled with despair…