This one big game

Get out, lingering ghosts in my head
Go away, the monsters under my bed
Serves nothing more
Nothing more
Than tagging fear to my tail
And following me around

Get off, the stone on my heart
Fly away, the burdens on my chest
Serves nothing more
Nothing more
Than making me feel scared

Seemingly trapped
Losing connection with the other end
Struggling to find a foothold
A sign
To tell me what's in the future

No point slaving over the fire
Waiting for someone to see the smoke
For someone to see
For help to come

No man's an island
But why do I sometimes feel I am

**

Burnt out and jaded, maybe that's what I've become. Yes, burnt out. But there's still some sort of maniac fever in me that pushes me so hard to strive.

Though admittedly I've been feeling less happy than I usually do in school. Back then there was absolute joy to be in school. But now it's just furrowed slaving over books and files and planning. And the constant fear I'm just not able to make it. Eveyone's just concerned over some scrunched up numbers. Why can't we just relax and breathe in life and enjoy our child/teenhood like we're supposed to. We just can't, we just can't. The price we pay for a good standard of life and security.

Security, don't we all hanker after some. Everyone now has some big dreams. Psychologists, lawyer, dentist, banker. But we won't get we want. Every single high paying, good sounding jobs won't be filled in by Dunmanians.

We look back now and laugh at ourselves for being so silly and childish. Would we look back in the future and scoff at how naive we are now. How much will change then? The unknown always makes us fearful.

But who's to know, who's to know.