cursed

It used to be that all of it was easy

Now feelings do nothing but get in the way

See what you want and go for it

But no one said anything about distractions

Now once so open

I changed the lock on my heart

And hesitate to even let anyone hold the key

But I ask if it all matters anyway

In a century I’ll be praying for the problems I have now

Brainwashed to think this way by the conniving hands of reality

To see both worlds is a gift as much as a curse

To feel both worlds is numbing to the soul

Broken pieces trail behind this lost soul

But I press on and wait for something that can help put me back together

As long as this world revolves around the wrong reasons

I will keep searching my soul for the right ones