Each day seems to drag 

longer than the last 

It feels so hard to move 

Because the ground sinks as  do 

My hands seem to shake 

Why does it feel so fake? 

My mind spirals and stirs 

My vision seems to blur 

The ceiling, the soil, 

The ground under my feet. 

So plastic, so fake 

Reality seems to always cheat    

Each sound, each voice 

One ear, out the other door 

What stops me from covering my ears 

And falling to the floor? 

What stops me from 

Waiting for the day 

To fall back and stare 

As the world fades away?