life is a nightmare
one from which i cannot wake
so frightening, so surreal
one from which there is no break
chilling scenes, alarming scenarios
everywhere i turn i shiver
i try, in vain, to wake up
but something else makes me quiver
people from the past, present, future
part of me questions if they’re real
but mostly i know they are
because every touch, every embrace, i feel
the present goes to the future
the future goes to the past
nothing stays in one place
it all happens so fast
scenes i wish not to remember
they happen right before my eyes
they’re happening in the here and now
all i know of reality it defies
in this phantom reality
i know not what is concrete
nor what is false
i feel defeat
