Unfortunate souls

Will I last until my fear arrives?
I have been told that my spirits are no use,
My dreams and my opinion of what happens are useless,
The life of mine is the first to be wasted, for me this is
absurdity.

Will I see the world until I die?
The dreams of mine are completely boisterous,
All I want and need is total sublime,
If only I had the strength so I'll live.

Could I live to see the day?
I wish my soul was full of a copasetic world,
I see my memory has erased,
To ask me questions and to discover answers.

I would not walk out the door,
I would not break my law,
I would not imagine from what I saw,
I would only stay still and lay down on the floor.