Outside Real

OUTSIDE REAL

I feel desolate within the crowd around me
Blinded to all the wonders there to see
But patience to survive this, is never free
All I can follow is lost, fate has its decree

Lust now consuming my entire mind
What gem I will never hope to find
Are there any eye drops to cure the blind?
My bones the giant could now grind

I am lost, I would blindly follow
I am dead, my soul feels so hollow
I am meat, I am that the giants swallow
I am gone, in my pity I wallow

Why does fate offer paths to take?
When each one is always a mistake
No matter what they are all fake
I think I’ll risk the drowning lake

The water seems calm at a distance
But truly I could give no resistance
The pond erases all of existence
No matter my stubborn persistence

So now do you know the words to say?
When someone like me is in dismay
Could you keep yourself from this fray?
A constant struggle in life every day

-poet Darká