living in a world of my own
a cacoon of laziness wrapped around
yet the outer walls of this world has began to crack
and would soon crumble
as reality crash down on me
just as the waves crash upon the shore
never endingly, for all time
so it would beat upon my mind
to wash away this dreamlike state of mine
which i live in for some months now
this life appear to be a mere existance
in which i touch not the world
nor it me.
just pulling through by an inch,
no destination nor goals in mind
accepting things as they come
and waiting for an end...
