a train full of thoughts
moving at lightning speed
i'm running parallel to it
but it's always one step ahead of me
i drink tea or coffee
in a drugged state
the caffeine reboots my brain and joints
but my heart stays the same
i say, " is this even real?"
they say," it's just a dream, it will go away."
i pinch and hit myself sore
but this superficial world stays
but even after all this,
I imagine everything as a personification of perfection
because, as anne of green gables said,
"there is always more scope for imagination"
