What about yours?

In my world the grass is not greener on the other side.

In my world there is nothing somewhere over the rainbow.

In my world the glass isn't half empty, it's completely empty.

Limited bliss and individually dispirited.
Mysterious lyricist seeks clearance from persistent demons of hysteria.
Spewing sadistic misconceptions of intellectual acceptance.
Reflection of the interconnected oppressed and distressed.

In my world the yellow light means go faster.

In my world tomorrow isn't only a day away.

In my world if you don't succeed try and try something else.

It doesn't really matter.

At the cusp of euphoria my emotions fall short.
Expectations short lived and my self fulfilling prophecies burn holes in my elongated soul.
Miles of life already tread as ineptitude conquers over experience.

The journey is never ending and the it doesn't stop here. Or anywhere.
I am nonstop.
The legacy I've spent my years developing is far from complete.

The series of my existence is barely into Volume II.
Volume is what I use to express my never ending sorrow. My hope. My dreams.

But for now I am a mute in a world of noise.
Can anyone hear me?
I can't even hear myself speak.

Out of body experiences have become a commonality.
But my body and mind are forever connected.

I feel what I am not supposed to feel.

I see what I am not supposed to see.

My 20/20 vision will never be able to see what my heart can see.

I am blind to the truth. But only for now.