Whats truly real.

Your mind runs into the next field, as you sit, perplexed and alone,

Your life has never really mattered, it's never really happened, has it,

It's been a disappointment, every step made a misfall, stumbling over every stone,

There has been some days, way back, that seem worthwhile, but also a lot of...Well you know,
 

It's hard to face the future when so much has happened in the past,

Stuff that now still drags you down, sucks the wind from out your lungs,

You want to scream, to wake from the dream in which you struggle, before the die is cast,

But you never will, you remain stuck at the chorus of every song you ever sung,

The ending always for seen before the first verse, before the tale begins,

Never a chance given to find a new way to carry on through your life,

All the music you hear, shatters new feelings with memories cruel and vile,

They all stand supportive, helping you survive, your family and your wife,

But is it for any good, can't they see that there is nothing left inside,

All the love, the promise, the dreams once held so dear and so close,

Have vanished forever, you have tried to gain them back, to what end,

For nothing, for wretched nightmarish endings that make you feel morose,

And that's the problem, even when you gain some ground, when people are around,

You always fall back, retreat into that shell that's kept you safe,

It's easy to live without expectancy, nothing ever lost, never any rebound,

You just exist, you sit, you are, safe in your bubble, but alone.

Wake up, wake up before it's too late, before this world decides your fate,

Try again, try harder, look for pastures new, further afield,

Look at what you have already got, what's around you, next to you,

And love them, give to them all you have inside, realise what's truly real. your text here...