I could have changed.
I guess i always knew the ship was sinking.
Suppose i got too tired of thinking.
The endless process got to complicated.
Remembered there's much more to life then i can see.
When I'm trapped inside the bubble that's my world.
Sometimes I'm unaware there's more to life then me.
 
If there's a third world i must be on the second
Seems im never here nor there.
Living on stairs that's neither up nor down.
Sometimes wondering how long i will be around.
 
Sometimes we stop asking questions
Because We've not yet found the answers.
But instead a truth that alters
The way we think
and the perspective in which we sink.
Deeper into the state.
in which we question fate.