Lost.

The only thing standing between me and happiness is reality.

It's high time to change routes
To gear up and find my way back
Turn to more serious matters
Without trying to kill my daily joy

I've been losing my grip
Without me realizing that I really am
I've been focusing on you, and on this and that
But see, I'm in a wrong depth of field

I got too overwhelmed with all of these
I lost sight of how the clock ticks
Everything steps a little closer
I can't see what's going on

Yes, I am within the me-generation
But if I am self-absorbed,
What do I really mean?
In a world where happiness is subjective

This theory of getting myself out from absurdity
Should I, will I find the real thing?
This transitory and loving euphoria comes to an end
Let me find myself, oh dear friend.