Thinking

I could have changed. I guess i always knew the ship was sinking. Suppose i got too tired of thinking. The endless process got to complicated. Remembered there's much more to life then i can see. When I'm trapped inside the bubble that's my world. Sometimes I'm unaware there's more to life then me. If there's a third world i must be on the second Seems im never here nor there. Living on stairs that's neither up nor down. Sometimes wondering how long i will be around. Sometimes we stop asking questions Because We've not yet found the answers. But instead a truth that alters The way we think and the perspective in which we sink. Deeper into the state. in which we question fate.