Sometimes everything seems so fake
This chair I’m sitting on isn’t here
And the desk I’m writing on is non existent
Like the world is a perfect balance
Of delicate resistance and control
That leaves me feeling like I’m floating
In empty space, white space, alone
If only I had the power
To break through this shell of a life
To come into my own.
Enlightened, with wisdom, with purpose
However, that day has yet to come
So here I am floating in darkness
My strength is giving out
And I am feeling sleepy
Maybe just coping with it is the way to be
Though there will always be something missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem