Shifting rooms around me,
nothing stays the same.
Every face is breaking—
every truth becomes a frame.

I’m running through reflections,
copies staring back again.
If this is where I’m living,
why does nothing feel like then?

lost again— lost again—
caught between the real and fake.
round again— round again—
circles I can’t ever break.

Screens echo when I breathe,
ghosts follow where I go.
I reach for something solid—
but the solid starts to glow.

I fall into the feedback,
a world that doesn’t end.
If this is all repeating,
am I real, or just the trend?

real— fake— real— fake—
I can’t wake— I can’t wake—
loop again— loop again—
world won’t break— won’t break—

lost again— lost again—
caught between the real and fake.
round again— round again—
circles I can’t ever break.