I got my wings clipped,
My heart ripped,
Stripped, of my pride and glory,
Show me,
how the grass is greener on the other side.

I just, might just, take a risk,
At least, this time I wont have anything to lose.

Set loose,
Who's shoes do I have to wear,
Care,  just to show,
What has been there ever since.

Ever since I abandoned my fear,
Never looking back from the rear view mirror.

A hero to lost causes, forgotten stories,
There's always more to it,
Then that which is told,
Liquid metal in a mold.

Shape your self,
Don't be shaped,
In the end of the day, just like me,
Alone you are left.

Still felt like it was a theft,
Even though I only tried to keep you to my self.

And I have seen the wrong
Of these dark thoughts
And the red remains of silver
And bloodied eyes

And chilled to the bone
Lays my smile
The one that always had to be forged
To survive the abyss

No wonder I feel so cold and dead inside
It’s hard and petrified
Unhopeful
And impure

Childhood toys now antiquities
Smile from the nightstand with
Shining eyes that glitter like hope
Before it has gone stale.
There was honesty in innocence, when
The mundane kept me content and
Restlessness sought no solace in
Tailored lies.
Fantastic epics were lived, not perceived and
Imagination was solid, not the
Amorphous, ambiguous pile of mud
It has become.

A professor asked me today: "What would you do if there were no boundaries?"
I'm sure she wanted me to say "travel the world" or "pursue my passion"
but all I could think about was reaching across the invisible barrier between us,
effortlessly sticking my hand through that grand fortress of brick,
and guiding your soft, tired head to the haven of my chest;
feeling your hair on my lips and letting the sweet salt of you pour into my skin.