I don't know why I wake up anymore, some days it's with a smile, some days it's with a sly, but most days feeling like a stranger in my own body; simply put "lost in the autocracy of stillness of space venturing up on my imagination to arrive the tides of life take me"
It's not new to me, this feeling of being an imposter in my own self: the feeling of being a third person in my own life: it's not new to me. I walk through this part of life, with my head held high and lit with the smile but that was a young me, a stronger me, a wild me. I move down from those times became a more smart and thoughtful version rather than a fist fight with life version.
In the Colosseum of life, I am the gladiator but sometimes the lion looks stronger; unfortunately it's essential to put up a good show for the crowds to roar. I have to be in control of my life which now feels distant. Reality feels like a long way from myself.
Am I in control? Am I the person who is in my body? Do I feel alive when I wake up? Simply; no! Not even close to the amount I should be, feeling of the disdain and the denial crept up my chambers but more importantly no feeling of giving upgrade my soul. The faith that I will be back in my shoes for prolongs me, keeps me up, keeps me pushing to be better and to do better. I will realize that I am my only savoir : and life need saving.
It's not new to me, this feeling of being an imposter in my own self: the feeling of being a third person in my own life: it's not new to me. I walk through this part of life, with my head held high and lit with the smile but that was a young me, a stronger me, a wild me. I move down from those times became a more smart and thoughtful version rather than a fist fight with life version.
In the Colosseum of life, I am the gladiator but sometimes the lion looks stronger; unfortunately it's essential to put up a good show for the crowds to roar. I have to be in control of my life which now feels distant. Reality feels like a long way from myself.
Am I in control? Am I the person who is in my body? Do I feel alive when I wake up? Simply; no! Not even close to the amount I should be, feeling of the disdain and the denial crept up my chambers but more importantly no feeling of giving upgrade my soul. The faith that I will be back in my shoes for prolongs me, keeps me up, keeps me pushing to be better and to do better. I will realize that I am my only savoir : and life need saving.
