My mind is completely jammed

I feel like this whole situation is programmed

I feel like someone has made up his mind to take my case

And wants to bring me down till I lose my pace

It’s difficult times like these, that help you see dreams

When you can only see them without a tangible scheme

Like a child you stare from a distance at this dream

What should be the path to achieve it? Conservative or extreme?

But, what happens when I do this for a living?

Would it be a happy place or a misgiving?

Or will I feel like it’s a task

That I keep doing wearing a happy mask?

Will I lose what makes me happy today?

And have to find something else to keep sorrow at bay?

Is everything linked to income dis-satisfying?

Which needs constant pacifying?

Is the hunger inside of us looking for something else instead?

Will I find it before the hunger is dead?

This spiral of thought is maddening

As a result, the gap between reality and dream keeps widening

And I still keep staring at the dream from a distance

Afraid to go closer and destroy its very existence

For some, a dream is what they live

For me it’s a bate you forget and forgive

Only tempting me to leave what I possess

To be dissatisfied yet again with my success