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The sun rises from behind the mountains

My eyelids open and my mind is summoned

Questions within me toss over from joy to dread

I feel as if a coward for taking more interest in them than the world around 

What do I do with myself besides sitting alone and feeling sorry for myself

Do I love this miserable state, what is going on

Surely I was destined for more than just debating revelations within

Than contemplating my mind games and feeling low in result

Surely I am destined for more

Born into wealth but poor inside

Am I ungrateful to not appreciate this exterior wealth brought upon me

If I am to be grateful it is not for the wealth, but that it showed me that this wealth does not bring happiness

Than again I can't remember what brings me happiness at all

I am beginning to love sleep more than usual

Sleep takes it all away, consciousness is gone and I no longer exist

And it is beautiful

I awake and the day is the same as the last 

I feel as if sensitive as a bubble that awaits to be popped

Any moment now it feels

Emotions are watched but still they control

I can't shake these urges that tell me to stay 

With all the hate I create

It's all I know it seems to say

Such interest and attention in illusion is slowly being driven away

By whom I do not know,the whole conception of who I am is nothing but a show

Conveyed to who I do not know, so I claim God. Why make up yet another dream