Mind Tricks or Prophecy

I feel the slow crushing of familiarity

My feelings chipping away

Still I hold onto hope

Hope that I make it

That we make it

But I can feel the distance lengthen

As the silence grows longer

If my bad thoughts are right

Then I can say I’m a prophet

If they’re wrong like I hope they are

Then it’s just the bad taking over my mind

God I hope I’m wrong