liljulz
Bluelighter
As it is, I'm alone.
The last few good friends
disapproving of most of the things I do
slowly, but more quickly lately, drifting away
into their own fulfilling lives.
They've learned they can't stop me
and long ago stopped trying
and so I am left with an ever-nearing choice
between pergatory and un-reality.
I once had the option of living in reality
but this has long since been taken
because of my own failure to succeed in it.
And so I am left with this decision
between observing or living in the surreality.
My passion for living leaves only the latter to be chosen,
and so I do.
I choose to fill my head and heart with only foggy replicas of reality,
With actions and faces I dont really care about and,
chemically induced feelings Im not really feeling.
I've got to make my choice,
and I have.
I give up.
The last few good friends
disapproving of most of the things I do
slowly, but more quickly lately, drifting away
into their own fulfilling lives.
They've learned they can't stop me
and long ago stopped trying
and so I am left with an ever-nearing choice
between pergatory and un-reality.
I once had the option of living in reality
but this has long since been taken
because of my own failure to succeed in it.
And so I am left with this decision
between observing or living in the surreality.
My passion for living leaves only the latter to be chosen,
and so I do.
I choose to fill my head and heart with only foggy replicas of reality,
With actions and faces I dont really care about and,
chemically induced feelings Im not really feeling.
I've got to make my choice,
and I have.
I give up.
