i've been asked to be
in fancy anthologies,
be in fancy magazines.

to write freely on the page,
fill it with words,
light it up in flames.

after all,
everything i've learned to love,
vanishes in the end.

earlier,
i was listening to the sound of my heartbeat.

it sounded like the pitter patter of the rain,
in the abyss.

what does your heart sound like?

imagine if i could
glide across life,
like the way figure skaters
glide across the ice?

a triple salchow,
i’ve taken flight.
my biggest dreams,
those fearful nights.

if i could glide,
the wind in my face.
how easy would it be,
to make a mistake?

and ruin the whole program.

i’ve worked three years
of my sweat.

of my cold, red blood
seeping out of my neck.

and the rain still pours
when i despise of its day.

but still the sun
comes out one of these days.

three long years
of working instead of play.

just to help people
who feel like the rain.

why am i so small,
when my ambitions are far too tall?

i want to soar in the wind,
i want to feel a lovers kiss.

i want to be good at helping others,
so i may help my mother.

if i want to be tall,
then why am i so small?

sometimes i wonder,
what it’s like.
going on life’s,
biggest rides.

yearning for the grounds touch,
i fly higher and higher above.

but i can never reach the stars,
for i have never learned,
how to be strong.

why is it,
that going to sleep at night,
makes me want to stay up all day?

as the sun splashes on my face,
i wake up to a brand new day.

where the sun is harsh and it hurts my eyes,
blinds me,
removes my disguise.

in the day,
i am naked.
in the night,
i am disguised.

one is my freedom,
one is my demise.