Dawn to Dusk

January 9: ANTIDOTE

When I don't have it want it,
But why is it that
When I don't I feel trapped?
And could it be that when I go out to hunt
I don't know the feeling I desperately want?
And why do I always feel horribly bad
For not knowing why that I don't? And it's sad.
What do I dream about?
What do I think about?
What do I stay up to write down my screams about?
Why don't my screams ever make any sense?
I'm drowning 'cause I wanna dream in past tense.
But if I can see what will keep me afloat
Then why do I push away the antidote?