Am I a zombie?
Just convince me
Is it the same air I breathe?
Or am I walking the same path of felt?
Excuse me, while I colour the sun dark,
I hid my self in murky box.
My curiosity here takes a stroll
While I am walking lifeless after all.
Tell me these dreams won’t rust
Tell me I deserve something better than best
Hide me deep and I still transpire from the ground
Hold me back and give it back strong
Am I zombie?
Cause I feel like one.
But perhaps, the road between
Is waning like moon descends
And I work to live a life, I pretend.