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Breathing in alternate realities

One where time lapses, in my own thoughts, i run laps.

The other...in a trance state of sorts, with no direction unless its a reaction.

The latter symbolizes me falling. Stumbling over legs, outstretched.

I may be trippin, but thats prolly why im standoffish.

Im a good guy, right?

Until im not.

Less than me until what I perceive isnt human.

In a daydream I wander with something to prove and to think it could all be for nothing makes me hesitant to move.

Distracted before I take the next step.

Rejecting her attempts to soothe, even if it helps.

Knowing everything is connected makes me question if I really think for myself.

And as hard as I try, a man divided doesnt like the fight one sided. Struggling and tussling with demons I inspired.

And as I spiral...finding a voice hushed...a few minutes after waking up, upward looking from insanitys clutch.

"I need to be by myself."

Solitude, im in need, im convinced.

Terrified at the thought that I may get my wish.

Horrified at delusions that could exist.

Hopeful for the place of peace where I could live.

Thankful for retrospect and the many chances I get.

Trying for something better doesnt end at where you begin.

If this is war...I have to win.

Crawling, bloodied from battle, back to my path...

EVR lasts...after all these deaths...rising again.

On your feet young man.