My Own World
BY: Whitebyrd
Sometimes I wonder if life's a dream
With people hanging from invisible string
Being played by an unknown master
Whose mind he is clinging to
An endless tyranny of chaos
For everything in his world is at a loss
He is a forgotten puppet on the shelf
Strings tangled,
thinking to himself
Of the endless faces that he has once known
And over the years lost their focus
Simply a madman hiding from reality
If so
Am I his dream…?
A figment of imagination within
A broken shell…
Or am I a dreamer
A madman
Stuck in their own dream.