high hopes

I come home empty handed again
Nothing I’ve done today will change anything tomorrow
I can’t shake this feeling of nausea I have
Of knowing these things and being powerless
The human condition they say
Is something we have to live with….what a burden


A few years ago I remember being confident
Now I can see it was just arrogance
Or was it just that I believed?
I seem to be looking for the truth
I’m assuming someone knows
Am I wrong to think so? …Go fuck yourself


Lennon once said nothing was real
Well I think this is exactly how I feel
I must be dreaming sometimes I say
What’s the point of waking up today?

And I always catch myself being sad

And I always try and shake it off

Tonight I can’t help but believe I’m lying to myself….




Myself I must be dreaming ….
Dreaming of being myself……