Rehab

This turmoil I feel,
Is it made up or is it real?

I hear things,
Faint ringing of a lost song
Eternally plagued
By a past long gone.

I want to take on
the path less taken.
But what if it’s not?
What if I’m mistaken?

Barely hanging on,
I’m fighting this curse.
but I find my solace
in penning this verse.

Monotonous, malignant musings
of a mediocre mind.