Uncured..

No, engraved are the words
Imaginary worlds
You see
I see and ignore
Being not so sure
My mind capable enough
To judge them
Leaving behind
Pains, should I hide?
Again unsure,
I move away from shore..
Nothing certain
What's use of all
When all's going to change
That's sure
I remain far
Not wanting to be part of
The change..
I wish,
I remain certain, unchanged, sure
In a world
that's different from..
There's no cure.