unable to answer that frequently asked question

Everything’s okay

Yet I can’t stop crying

I’m in love with living

Yet obsessed with dying

Scared of sticking to the ground

With the option of flying

A lingering compulsivity to steal

Even after buying

Do you see what I mean?

There’s an absence of sense

My thoughts aren’t supported

With hard core evidence

I only see monochrome

In luminous iridescence

Feeling oh so lonely

But there’s no absence

Nothing is justified, there’s no wrong or right

The reason I toss and turn every night

Time is a murderer

unlocking sickly thoughts

Until depression, sadness and anger is caught

But time is unreal

A construct of sorts

Don’t forget without the mind

Time would be naught