Transparency in an Introverted World
Aspiring to better oneself and ones worth
Overcoming obstacles and struggles in life
The dark corner’s shadow figure awaits...
Relentlessly dragging me down... deeper
Anxious depression awaits with every dawn
A sense of vertigo permeates everywhere
Have to hide, hide behind this ugly shell
This shell of ill existence and trepidation
Why prove time and time again such futile whims?
The answer is profound in the sonic void
Only this plane of existence is real to me
Everything else is just an obscurity
After all, what really is reality?
A figment of my imagination?
Better this transcendence than the so called real world
Landscapes of mental images cast across the mind of old