pushing through

Back and fourth through my mind…the thoughts of emptiness spill over me. Can this be it? Where will I turn next? Questions I cannot find the answers to…why am I complacent in this copasetic world we live in? I try and make it through these lies…stinging me at every turn. Ignoring the laughter, I push through…searching through these papers, finally…the answer appears before my eyes…with these illusions all around me, the past is right behind me…pushing through…