My days are but dreams,
Or so it might seem.
What is real and isn't?
What's this? My prison?
I wake, but have a woken?
Is my heart still broken?
Did I fall asleep and didn't notice?
Of this life am I the most ignorant novice?
Are my feelings within imaginary?
Are they simply something temporary?
Is my voice an echo in my head?,
Am I alive or am I dead?
Am I everything I hoped to be?
No, I am the nothing I was brought up to be.