White Noise [Poetry]

05

| sanity |

the sun's rising on a new day
but i can't help but feel the same
denied in a cycle of never-ending change
i wish i was in a new place

the noise is growing too loud
nothings working to block it out
all these years and i still haven't figured it out?
why can i only hear the shouts?

i won't sugar coat my words
cause i don't want to pretend anymore
don't want to think, that's for sure
tell me, what is this all for?

what do you mean there's more to get?
gradually i'll get stuck in the net
so offers are made to place a bet
and sanity disappoints, the time is set

but you got to admit it
that at the end of the day we don't fit
and you'll curse me where i sit
shit, what was the purpose of this?

the sun's rising on a bland day
lights are stuck, this doesn't seem the same
is this the happening of my own shame?
what was that i said about change?