Addiction
To feel like a walking paradox,
A contradiction wrapped in dissonance,
Drifting aimlessly,
Yet always staying still.
Change can seem so far away.
In the distance I wonder if it’s a mirage,
I wonder if I’ll ever get there,
I wonder.
When you look in the mirror and you don’t know who’s there.
Am I the ideas in my head– the lofty dreams, ideas and values,
Or am I the sinner I was yesterday.
Can salvation be sought.
Can change be attained.
Can I remember if I ever even knew my own name.
