For I am nothing more than you were,
A stone in time’s undying path,
A mere cry in a forest of timber,
A single droplet in the storms rage.
Indifference is a burden I never wished to carry.
In my youth, I sought extravagance,
To be that beckoning voice in chaos,
The star held closest to the sun.
But as I’ve aged, reshaped and rethought,
My only wish is to be nothing like you.
A mere paint s...