Lost in the hallucination of my mind
where reality is Schrodinger’s experiment –
both fact and fiction are one and the same –
I traverse the land without a map.
How can someone keep track
of such an endless, unstable landscape?
I sure as hell can’t –
but is hell even sure?
Straying, trying to find the path –
a path, any way to navigate this place
with some fragmented level of certainty,
I want to unlock the box,
to figure out what in this whole mess
is actually real, to find some way out;
but the box is shut tight.
I’m locked inside,
and in all this chaos
of everything and nothing,
I still can’t find the key.