This consistent need to change
This burning desire to be better
Am I slowly changing for good
Or is it good that I am changing ?
I think a lot, speak a little
I dream a lot, act a little
This constant void that I feel in my Life
Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again
Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles
Every day, I look into the mirror at my reflection, and all these thoughts pop into my mind. Sometimes they’re kind, sometimes they’re unkind—just passing through as they please. But this ordeal feels so monotonous, like I’m living in a bubble.
