A silent dream
A dreaded mutter
A foolish plea for a greater number

I can't seem to contemplate
How this world, has been made
Where everyone percieves
Each life each make

We hustle through life
Into a common daze
Into sleepless night
We can't get into place

And even after all
I'm in denial
And perhaps I still seek, for a greater cause
But Michael, no, reminisce not
Fantasies pass and you can't dim out

The life I want
But the seclusion I'm in
17 years and I'm but, delude
I can't think
And wait, I'm falling
Falling to my knees
Screaming for help.