Dangerous Thinking

what if when you look to see who you really are, your hiding inbetween the lines, and your to afraid to look? what if you woke up one day and everyone was gone? would you be content to follow yourself, or would you ask yourself where they all went? would your heart be hollow or just sink altogether? what if every waking moment, is just a dream? you look in the mirror and you ask yourself. is this who i really want to be? this face, this mind, these beliefs. are my gods, my demons, my life real? if everything is set exactly where its supposed to be will you really know that its perfect? will you still fall into your own depression or keep searching for everyone that left without you?
is this entire world in my head? a fabrication of my imagination? do i have a say in anything?
can i pull myself out of a hole i never asked to be in?
you thought you knew where and who you were. then you wake up.
both the living and the dead make it seem as if the entire world is a cage. but what side are you really on?
what if you could change it all?
would you mask everything in your views of perfection?
would you leave it the same?


can just keep your head above long enough to smile, and be content with not being in control?
or will you let go with a sense of never knowing what you could have done to make it any better...and hate yourself for it?

what if you just let the static of everyday in and live in the muffled silence, could you get used to conceding to that?

live in the unknown, open your eyes but look away from the truth
its only there to hurt you. the words of a pessimist, maybe.

everything you used to know slips away everyday, an elaborate canvas painted in running colors.

let yourself melt away with them.