lost

What can I say that hasn't been said before?
Am I just a copy of another unoriginal who're?
Am I just a ticket among thousands in a hat
Just waiting to be picked
To be hit with inspiration?

Am I burning out?
Or just fading away?
Filled with doubt?
Or overdosed on dismay?
Too much to call what is already mine my own...

What I had is no longer mine
I go through life standing in a line
Waiting for something
When I know nothing is in my everlasting
But I try for some reason

Is there a force pushing me?
Is it the voices in my head?
I don't even know what I'm saying anymore
I'm just trying to decide if I'm alive or dead