Mindless Thoughts

Galaxies, so far away, but are they?
Or is that a figment of your imagination
What is real though.
Is this world just a dream,
are you my perfect illusion,
or worst nightmare.
Will this dream ever stop?
Or will I grow mad with hope.
Maybe hope is the key to this tormenting lock.
A way out of darkness,
A path to light.
But night always returns,
It is inescapable.
Like drugs it draws you under.
Welcome to my black abyss,
Where no one returns or comes out as they once were.

by beth Hannah

Comments (1)

You sound like Socrates.