fake aspirations.
all these fake aspirations and these false dreams
are peeeled back one by one, til nothing is as it seems
the layers of meaning i assign to one word,
a stare in a street or the phrase misheard
all prove to me that something’s not right
i feel control slipp away, and cringe at the sight
of my own face in the mirror, when i’m so far away.
i hope for tomorrow and stay on automatic today.