my hopes are in this constant war with reality
a pessimist in the back of my head always disagrees
every theory about a new way to happy
they never leave my lips, or my fingertips.
this conscience is a curse,
every conclusion jumps to the worst
why can't this filter disappear?
what does it have to fear?
what is really going on in there?
this tug of war between wrong and right
who's the winner? and who takes the fall?
how can i be right if i say nothing at all?