I've been falling in love with my own dreams, dreams that would never come true.
I've been willingly stealing myself from reality, a reality that lacks spark.
I've been mourning the death of a self-created future, a future I wouldn't want to happen.
I've been forgetting the true essence of life, a life I am more than lucky to live.

My aspirations are a mere haze, a blur, barely defined to be taken into consideration.
I am struggling with this abstraction that we commonly call future.
No, I don't want to make a choice.
For I do not know what to choose, where to start over.
What is next for me? How will it impact my life?
It all starts here and now, with this painful struggle.
I am bound to make a choice; it's a burden I have to carry.
I am alone in this, no one can help me.
Absolutely no one.


When liberty becomes condemnation, I'd rather be chained.