its nt an original...bt kinda liked it!!!
It's the end of an era
when dreams die,
or rather when dreams
mutate into nightmares -
the goals that I have set
seem untenable somehow:
either as far as distant planets
never to be reached
or else so easily achieved
that there's shame in claiming them:
like stooping to grab a penny
someone's dropped in the street.
I am trapped in this situation,
like a butterfly sandwiched in glass,
and my efforts to escape
bring myself only pain -
I don't know who I am.
I see the mirror show a stranger
and my own dreams seem alien to me,
like foreign implants
that cannot belong...
sometimes i wish
that I was still unborn,
a foetal potential who still had a chance,
instead of the jaded adult that I have become
and if I could turn back time
by rewinding the reel before replaying,
then perhaps Chaos Theory
could trace another path
one that may not
terminate in such darkness.
It's the end of an era
when dreams die,
or rather when dreams
mutate into nightmares -
the goals that I have set
seem untenable somehow:
either as far as distant planets
never to be reached
or else so easily achieved
that there's shame in claiming them:
like stooping to grab a penny
someone's dropped in the street.
I am trapped in this situation,
like a butterfly sandwiched in glass,
and my efforts to escape
bring myself only pain -
I don't know who I am.
I see the mirror show a stranger
and my own dreams seem alien to me,
like foreign implants
that cannot belong...
sometimes i wish
that I was still unborn,
a foetal potential who still had a chance,
instead of the jaded adult that I have become
and if I could turn back time
by rewinding the reel before replaying,
then perhaps Chaos Theory
could trace another path
one that may not
terminate in such darkness.
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found it on a websyt...its smtin dat one thinks atleast once in lyf!