Walking Dream

I wake up everyday, selecting my thoughts

For if those scenarios are not monitored, I might as well head to Ward C

There’s so much chaos that needs to be tamed, and it’s raging a war in my mind

Most nights I go to bed with jumbled thoughts that produce blurry dreams

Waking up has become more of a ritual than a necessity

For my days bleed into one another with only a change of outfit that makes a difference

Sometimes I feel small

On occasion, I feel like I can take over the world

I don’t know which is which

Am I living for real, or am I just letting time pass

It’s all so confusing sometimes

So I write so I won’t forget

For my thoughts are being stolen from me by the minute.