Glassy (feel Free To Change, 'working Title')

i just lay here
not so much of a will to but lack thereof
i might as well be dead
how would i know if i was?
is human existence that special - is it even real?
it's not like anything anyone does could change the world
now how did that realisation make you feel?
for all time chemicals swam and twirled
the ocean of confusion around is drowning me
try to cry out for help and more water can fill my damned lungs
eyes closed or open, there is nothing new to see
climb the ladder, those cold wet rungs
birth, life, death, a spectrum, the riverman tells me to go to sleep
but i don't know if i can
empty confliction