The Isolated

Engulfed in an ocean, embraced by an illusion,
Rationality is hard to come by.
I can see my old self floating further and further away,
with each breath I waste.

Diseased and torn, I struggle to find my way home,
How can I regain my strength in a place that drains me of every ounce?
My hopes to see a better day are gone, my passion expired.

Every day here is the same,

a reminder that I'll never break free.
But I will. I'm hardly content with you.
Embarking into the world, separated from the weight of failure,
My posture regained and my heart in place.

It's time to restart, to rebuild, and to stand on my own.