When the world appears absurd, words
losing all their meaning, when life mimics
a senseless comic strip, when there is no
motivation to be dredged up from the depths
of your being
When the local game of Monopoly seems like
a futile play, when the only thing holding life
together is pride, being too ashamed to hide
from the demands of reality while totally unable
to do your duty
It is time to seek spiritual help, create a fantasy
make up a new story for your life and hope your
body will be fooled to obey the demands of routine
life; I believe in so many things, yet when I fall
into the abyss
Yawning in my mind, when my identity is swallowed
and all things hallowed seem like dross and waste
when I cannot talk to anyone because the channel
has been firmly closed, I die in silence, do my best
to hide the dark
That grows inside, please let me find someone who
understands and brings back colour and meaning
into my life, please let me communicate directly
because there is no mediator between me and
reality…
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