Free Thought

 

He says you're not such an emotional mess

and he says, you should give yourself some credit

And yes the dilemma between reality and illusion

Makes me want to pull my hair sometimes

The longing for an escape has made my heels wear out

On top of that, there is confusion: I see you

In the people walking past me,

Hastily,

and as I turn around

It's not you

Nor anything,

nor anyone,

Was it even possible to be so free?

It has past the crises what they call existencial, you see

The shadows in my dreams,

And the blood,

So much,

Everywhere,

Makes me wonder if it's really me

who witnesses these thoughts,

Or am I the thoughts myself?

So could you blame me?

I am lost,

But a little less than everyone around me,

And a little more,

Than I think I should be.

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