How do you face this situation?
No way could reality be like the simulation.
The thoughts that riddled my mind with questions and imaginations,
Caved in with time, constant guilt and worry like palpitations.
Could it have been different if it was at another time?
The pieces could maybe fit just nicely like verses in a rhyme.
The guilt that hammered my mind with responsibilities intertwine,
With fear and disempowerment, constantly creeping down my spine.
I worried so much.
I thought too much.
Things that seemed right just did not seem to take flight,
even with all my might, I just didn't see all of the light.
At the end, my one true comfort is darkness.
I went to see it again, to embrace it's friendliness.
After a while I could get up again, look at awkwardness.
Reel in the line and fire up that specialness.
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