How will I know if my lifes on hold
Days remain and yes it still rains
Creating puddles around my world
Ripples like a skimming stone
that's broke the top layer
What if my question is a question?
With no answer to be found
Do I turn and look behind
Or remain where I stand
I look up with a glimmer of hope
Only to be greeted with shades of grey
As my head falls forward
And hit the ground
It just reminds me
I'm upside-down
In a world that has no answers
But many questions to ask
Which reality am I really bound.
