Midnight Struggles
How illogical is it to be trapped in your own mind as realising there lies yourself A pessimistic wishful thinker hoping for a bright plot twist Haunted by the truth of it all Nothing is the answer to everything I am yet too ignorant to be able to reconcile my feelings with my thoughts To be alive is a concept of many nuances I could never simply accept reality as it’s presented to be The drive to make sense of my being Is most likely to be my downfall Even in a moment of a delusive certainty I could sense it Screaming words in the back of my head Words that I haven’t dared to believe until they were too close to scorn If we must be stuck in this dreadful journey What is of us without hope? Who could we be without believing in the implausible? I count my days in a paradoxical clock The melancholic sound of my despair as my existence fades away serves to reminisce the fact that I am liable to my own mournfulness Our worthlessn...