As I lie here awake
I paint pictures on the ceiling from my thoughts.
Thinking about what destination this road will take me to.
Not knowing whether to follow with ease or to turn back the way I came.
Growing tired with each step I take, wondering if going this far was even worth it.
Hearing voices telling me to take only one step at a time, don't rush things.
I'm drowning in my thoughts.
I wonder if fate exists.
Am I not in control of my future?
Am I being watched by an all powerful being, that I have shunned for so long?
Or is paranoia getting the best of me?
Maybe this single narrow road will bring me to another option.
Another way to live.
I'll keep walking, no matter how much it hurts.
And I won't look back
I wont take other's advice, but only my own.
If I fall asleep, my thoughts will haunt me.
So I'll just lie here, awake.
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I've been having the same nightmare for the past 2 weeks about every time I fall asleep.
So I wrote my thoughts down and made them into a dramatic monologue.
Tell me what you think.