Same

Narcissistic common sense, of constant conformity
Haunting every good day, till the day just seems unholy.
Why is it so hard? To keep faith in something lost?
Why does it hurt, when one can not pay the cost?

Hold up, please tell me, what is wrong with the world I knew?
Not many people, have much faith, in whatever we do.
Turn around and tell me,
Just what is going on right now?
Is it something I cannot see.
Invisible, to allow?
Conformists necessities.

Its been harder, to know what to seek.
I think I am fine, but I feel like I did last week

Of all holiness of the divine might, lost within the expiring dream
There hasn't been much common sense it seems.

Everything just feels the same as it was then,
As it was a week before.
And here I am, dodging the comments, dancing around insult.
Holding off on my own, because I don't see you there,
Like you said you were.

My vows, my choices, my possessions, all are mine, but
There is not a thing I can share them with.