The windowsill
Balance of reality and fiction
The walls barricades three dimensional dementia
Demographics undeniable
Freeze-frame society blurs backward into the future
No one feels 'til it's too late
Understandings stripped away
Confused I stumble falling
Impenetrable the pain surrounds me
Lapsing in and out of reason
Behold the only reality
The past is slowly dying
Stronger than yesterday
Weaker than tomorrow
I think and try to rationalize all of this
Tomorrow scares and thrills me,
But tomorrow just seems to mystify
an*lytical and conscious
Regrouping correct direction identified
Struggle and realize no one's spared