I awake and feverishly record the thoughts that swell and disappear
Vanishing beneath the calm waters that hide the tumultuous chaos below
Record these thoughts fore they are as transient as the sun
Amp up the noise so my mind may never be silent and
I can placate the nagging pull that makes me want to run
Run to the unknown, run to myself
 
The layers are peeled back and reveal nothingness — pure and vacant
The bland taste of existence saturates my senses and seemingly my potential wanes
This film of practicality clings to a soul that pulsates and thrives beneath its stronghold
My restless soul aches for a purpose that haunts and torments
While a continuous battle between realism and idealism wages inside
A bottomless pit that cannot be filled

Time slips by, indifferent to its passengers and
I see myself engulfed in this hopeless mob — oppressed and damaged
Scared to give in, scared to resist
 
I stand on the precipice and across the infinite and vast gulf
I look back at myself and
Instinctively shrink back from falsity, but in the process, forget what is real
Afraid to fall, afraid to jump

Even as I write this I am unsure of its truth
To write is to be intimately vulnerable, but to act is to be externally exposed
This self-created propaganda hinders the essence that cries to be free
It is fear that keeps me here
While inside the pull gets stronger and my organs strain against this unseen pressure
If I go I will be alone but inside I know that I have always been alone
Terrified of failure, terrified of success

Your worth is not measured in the hollow words of others
Sit quietly and listen to yourself
Listen to that voice that first whispers and then cries out
You knew from the beginning who you were
Stifle yourself no more

You are more than a body that runs its natural course
Underneath this shroud, there is ugliness, mediocrity, brilliance, complexity
You are all things and you are nothing
You are a mind that evolves, a soul that bleeds and sings
You are an essence that can no longer be contained