Transparency in an Introverted World

Aspiring to better oneself and ones worth Overcoming obstacles and struggles in life The dark corner’s shadow figure awaits... Relentlessly dragging me down... deeper Anxious depression awaits with every dawn A sense of vertigo permeates everywhere Have to hide, hide behind this ugly shell This shell of ill existence and trepidation Why prove time and time again such futile whims? The answer is profound in the sonic void Only this plane of existence is real to me Everything else is just an obscurity After all, what really is reality? A figment of my imagination? Better this transcendence than the so called real world. Landscapes of mental images cast across the mind of old