Somewhere

So Foreign

The world I entered is darker

Foreign

Completely far away from what I expected

Once I was a puritan

The world I lived in was organized

All my plans were methodological

I was a certain person

True to life's many surprises

I found myself falling down the rabbit hole

It has many layers

There is a desire for self-denial and complete lack of instant gratification

There is the world of purity and unwavering belief in a creator

Now there is the world of darkness, the bridge between good and evil

So many layers

I forget who I am

Once I was sure

There was direction

Meaning

Purpose

I would very much like to wake from this reverie

Even then, isn't life an eternal dream?

When oh when will I wake up?