2010-??-?? - 2:04 am
Will I ever be satisfied?
Left alone to wonder while my spirit calcifies
I’m always up to see the sunrise
It’s nothing spectacular; it’s nothing new
And when it sets in the evening
I gave up believing that I’d find any beauty there..
So is it because I’m growing older
And the childish innocence has left me?
Or am I growing colder
Stuck with what depression has left me?
But is it really such a bad thing?
Being grounded with burnt wings?
Dreams are floating on a fallacy
Let’s take a nosedive to reality
I concede, but I won’t conform
I was born to be above the norm
And though the denial of such would kill the “Why?”
It’s a question I can’t pass by
Like a moth to the fire, I’m attracted to questioning
And I know the danger of such things
I’ve been burnt by the Sun like Icarus’ wings
And at the moment of impact
The answers are potent
I find truths that will murder youth
Make all your dreams vanish with a poof..
Life will not let me be myself
And no one understands it enough to help
But it’s not their fault that they don’t feel the same
And it’s not my fault that I feel I don’t want to stay..
