The air is filled with dust and dying dreams.

Sitting here, tears running down my face;
Feeling nothing

It's like I can't see anything, trapped inside a murky bubble. Looking out at the world through foggy eyes. Seeing things second hand, feelings and emotions subdued. Nothing is real anymore. I sit and watch the person I have become.

Dressed up as myself, to live in the shadow of who I'm supposed to be.

Is this what my life is these days? Staying up all night just to get that rush. To see the sun break the horizon as it gently caresses the rooftops. Where people sleep soundly, happy in their security. In far off places, things are happening. Things that could someday significantly change humanity. Where babies where born, families are united, and smiles grace the faces of children.
Is happiness ever fully achieved?

I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
I hope that dreams come when I die,
So we can talk, I won't wake up,
I'll ask you how your life worked out,
I'll never know that I'm just dreaming.