Matter in the Mind

Living in the present

Made grim by the thoughts of day

How torturous it is

The tricks our minds do play

Unbearable, it's toxic

The rush and thrill of what others do

A fantasy wonderland

Shriveled and severely subdue

Cannot escape this shallow prison

Myself, I can only blame

Immolated and forsaken

The one's who torment me, light the flame

It's in each and every passing

I see a glittering but powerless light

For it is untouchable

But always within my sight