Wish this was my own metaphor

"How did this come to be?The monster's coming for meI scramble trying to lock the door But, I'm failingMy feet have grown into the floorSo I'm pushing as hard as I canI fear I'm not strong enough to ho..."

"Though I’m in the great dustbowlSomehow, I can think more clearlyI ride the current into the sunI don’t ride along the sky, I runDistorted by the dust, I see as I shouldAnd if I could make it disappea..."

"It's been an eternity since I've seen your face I wonder how you've changed Would I recognize you if I met you in this place? In a letter you asked if I think of you And, I reply "everyday..." An ach..."

"I try to explain But, the words that float from my mouth Evaporate before reaching your ears I want to tell you But, I know you'd take it the wrong way For how do I describe something which exists on..."

"When you slip into the great unknown And you stumble up the ladder of insecurity Would it even matter if you fell into the void Could you slide back down into the abyss of absolution? Could you come ..."

"I wander through this life What am I supposed to do with no direction? Endure, until I'm through? Enjoy this moment while I'm still here? Maybe, that's what I'm thinking now As I'm consuming this pois..."