Monday, September 12, 2016

Stolen Rhetoric

I'm a hypocrite, i'm a piece of shit
all i can be is the person inside of me
i guess it's never enough
i try and try and fail and try and fail again
the road ive walked wasnt paved with gold
everyday im wasting away, in my years i'm getting old
searching for a higher purpose than the ones already told
star crossed souls, pass through each others lives like the wind
ending sometimes, and beginning again
trapped in our own minds, strangled by time and fear we lay in stasis
is there a world outside we are missing?
is this all an illusion inside our heads?
if so, why does nothing ever work out as planned
life is a gift, its a present from past generations
how have we fucked things up so bad in such little time?
everyone needs to face their own fears to save humanity as a whole
im trying to do my part, but i still doubt the future
the next step in this game is a big one
will it work out? will it falter?
all we can do is move forward, and not stir up the past
the more i know, the less i begin to really understand
but i do know that, well never understand unless we try

Copyright 2012 C.S.

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