come to end

Honestly
what will become of me
I don't like reality

It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily

We are what we don't see

We missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust

Why do all good things come to an end

Travelling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay

Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies

The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity