Sometimes it’s weird how reality sets in.
You can build yourself up, and then immediately tear yourself down.
The future looks so bright, and then someone turns off the light.
I force my eyelids to close, but consciousness still remains.
A world where my past wouldn’t catch up with my future cannot exist it seems.
The new me is obviously not wanted, and the old me doesn’t care enough for much.
I catch a glimpse of the light flickering, trying to turn itself on.
But every time I check to see the brightness, the flickering stops.
It’s a sick little cycle that comes in contract with this sick little world.
But, I guess I’ll have to manage.