Waking moments are clouded
With what I want to be
Dreams of myself are doubted
Whether or not I flee
Easiness of escaping
I know what I must do
Forevermore inflating
My doubts of me and you
While inside, screamed and shouted
Covered up with glee
And outside, I was crowded
Wanting to be free
Dreams are tantelating
Until I reed the proof
Interestingly blantant
With a sadness underfoot...
There was a time prior to this that I carried my thoughts with me
Now, alas, the damnation of mediocrity has grabbed hold of my feet
With rolling yellow hills and winds that carry nothing
The desert has a habit, of calling out our bluffing
For I am not the first that has lived in this broken home
If you peer closely you’ll see, the desert made up of broken bones
Because when all of us are done en...
Its the same thing every day it seems like. Waking up to force myself through work just to enjoy the mediocrity of my life afterwards. I want to make something of myself but I don’t know where to start. It is so much easier to sit on instagram for two hours than to take the first step in being productive. On this app I’ll see people with incredible and wish I could be like them, only to keep scrol...
Never ending, always going
Never stopping, always repeating
Forever walking, and sometimes dropping
Forever rising, and sometimes lying
We can’t give in, but we can sin
We can’t amend, but we can pretend
For we are guile with no bite
And lime without light
Awake through the night
Holding delight turned to fright
I want to feel, I want to know
I want to love, I want to grow
I want to throw it ...
I start to realize, a little too late, it really wasnt all that bad. As the wind assaults my face, not allowing my eyelids to make way, my mind races faster than ever before. I’m just falling. Nothing is holding my being down anymore. There isn’t anything that I long for, no thought to eat my mind away, no farce I wish undone. I haven’t stopped to think in a while about the ceasing of unbearable n...