Incertitude کے بول

Balancing on the surface of existence Between illusion and reality I see what I have missed before I discover the truth which proves false I let out a voiceless cry I hear steps behind my back Dominated by incertitude I feel more and more alien Stuck in the mud of the unknown Locked in the reservation of filth I slip through cold halls misunderstanding Though jealously from the outside Day by day, piece by piece I run into an absurd emptiness Irony hidden by the mask of friendship It all exists in real Overwhelmed by nothingness I withdraw into myself I don't want to lose What makes up the core of my life I have to go