Self-Deluded Brain

I have tons of dreams amid the night's agony. My optimism was tainted by despair. Is there a cure to reignite passion? Even anxiety found me sad. The walls of the soul were silent. The definition of wanting was inhibited. And now I find myself at the ending of the hallway. I am vigorously and repeatedly supervised. Have faith in healing, waiting for relief. We are puzzled by social visions. The sharp focus is like a cloud. The light on the Dark Ages. Appears and vanishes. Meaningless. Stress.