Midnight Poem by Aiko Jerry

Its midnight, today is now yesterday, tomorrow is now today
why does it feel like i have been here before
day turns into night and night turns to day
i dont want it anymore, i want a twenty fifth hour
maybe its just the way we see it
glass half empty or half full...ryt
i wish it was as simple as that
i cant see, i am bound by the perspective set for me
will i ever find something new under the sun
will i escape this vanity, this mockery of life
am i living, am i alive, what do i live for?
what do we live for?
with our destiny set in stone we are but puppets
unliving, unthinking but thinking that this life is ours
if i had a dollar for everytime i really felt alive
i...i would be poor, would you be rich?
maybe we will only get to know on the other side