The Book Of Disquiet next to my bed
Sleepless nights with a kindred spirit
Does it mean I am fading
If dreams become blurred
With everyday life?
Look within to find shelter
From a haunted state
Of feeling incomplete
(Becoming)
A figment of my imagination
All I’ve ever wanted
Pure nothingness
When reasoning is enough to bring myself down
Wasted days of what I haven’t found
A balance between reality and illusion
I’m bounded by walls of a joyful seclusion
A figment of my imagination
All I’ve ever wanted
Pure nothingness
A character in my own novel
Still unwritten
Pure nothingness
Making space for infinite beginnings
Further away from sharing his fate
But I’ll still keep his words next to my bed
Life’s the strangest dream that I’ve ever had
(Becoming)
A figment of my imagination
All I’ve ever wanted
Pure nothingness
