Need Poem by Matt Lewis

I don't pay heed to my past.
I move and shift. Get my distractions.
At any cost I must carry on, never reflecting.
In the wake of my needs people collect their thoughts.
They heal, they progress they rebuild, They know themselves.
I don't know who I am. What I want. Where I'm going. Why.
I know what I need.
I built my thoughts, hopes & dreams on something so fragile.
The perfect distraction from reality, always meant to fall apart.
I know I need it.
Inside I know can't.