Confusion

 Movement.
Every day

Something changes,
Disrupting the rhythm 
Of the world
I once knew.

It should be the same,
So why does it feel different?

I try to keep busy,
To distract myself
From the facts
Right in front of my face,
But I can't.

The old world is gone,
Ripped apart by a storm of change.
Why can nobody see it?

All is noise,
Meaningless and pointless.

All is confusion.
What's the point of continuing?

Is this real life?
Is this only a dream?