I become more and more uncertain

With every passing day

If things the way I see them

Really are that way

Deja vous of things

That haven't happened yet

Lies become truths

And now I can't forget

Words screaming to be said

But they won't come out right

So I look away from thought-provokers

And keep my mouth shut tight

Acutely away of small things

Like the sound of my own breathing

And can't stop concentrating

On the world inside my dreamings