Deja Vu

intrinsicself:

Drone on through the madness,
Travel through the motions,
Becoming deaf to the chaos,
and blind to the light.
Fall into the pit of dark thoughts,
Afraid of reaching surface,
Dwell in the darkness,
Of what will never become.

Step on each dark thought,
Like a ladder rung to freedom,
One step at a time.
Rise with wings of hope,
Built upon the madness of uncertainty.