ElseWhere

It's like living a dream,
While I'm pretty sure it's reality.

I move like a ghost everyday,
Sleep is the only time I can find comfort.

Sway and drag through everyday's schedule,
Like a robot set on Autopilot.

In my work I'm unable to concentrate,
When people talk,
It's like listening to voices from under water.

Everything is so Blurry,
What the hell am I doing?

It's like standing at the middle of a highway in the middle of the night,
I can't see a things,
Only the headlights of cars and vehicles that shoot by,
I'm watching the world go by as I stand still on the ground.

Everyone has a Destination,
Everything has a Purpose.
What is the meaning of my existence?
I have no idea.

Everyday I'm going off to a war,
A deadly war between my heart and head,
With my rusty helmet and armor tightly strapped on,
It's another fight of no Victor nor Loser.