Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Languidly we file, toward an inevitable fate
All the while, conspiring to end the hate
Forever doomed, to repeat the cycle
In ways we assumed, where not entitled

Quintessential ways we see the world
Incidental, the distances we’ve been hurled
All the while, down a spiral we file
As we smile, mile after mile

Receding, into the back our minds
Misleading, the ones who where, oh so kind
This world is a cancer, and existence a patient
There is no answer, as an understatement

End this cycle, and walk down your own path
Before the day’s final moment, just remember that
This existence isn’t real, and nothing else matters
You are brilliant, and they are just actors