Living a life of chasing dreams
On silent nights we still fight the internal screams
Each day the same like credits on a screen
Reminiscing of the past of what should have been
Numbing the nostalgia with pharmaceuticals & codeine
A Life vanishing in awe like a jet stream
My uncle said " its a battle upstream"
On nights like this my thoughts are loud
Mental prison, forever housed
Wings clipped, bound to the ground
Yet visions stay higher than a Noctilucent cloud
Passing through life as an ultrasound
A reflection of self, a shadow in the background
Daydreaming , contemplating then procrastinate
Temple pain from a mental debate
Continuations relapsing into a depressive state
Can't shut the noise even when I meditate
Empty vessel nothing to cultivate
Wasted life waiting on fate
Trapped and constrained my only escape
As I close my eyes and suffocate