Status

STATUS

Pre-arranged reality

That’s where I live at

Everyday delusions

Disarranged chats

Cold and dimly lighted alley

Far more than usual

Least expected of

Than ordinary usual

Tears are tired

Of the overbearing pressure

Have all dried up

So desperate of these measure

Brass full of stains

Discoloured to the grain

Winds may have caused

Precious gems to fall

At least, there are some

Those are left let them come

Mediocre they may seem

They all fill my dreams

Though I’m unable

Perceived as unstable

I still do surely exist

Thinking I can’t desist

I guess I’ll be staying

And in sleep, I’ll be dreaming

And wish to again be

Go back to the normal me