The endless routine
that never ends,
Each day starts with sunlight
on the windowpane,
A hunger drowned
in a sea of coffee,
Skip breakfast
just to see the end of the day,
Pass through the room full of people
to the other side,
A ghost making peace
with the morning light,
Promises to the day
that are never kept,
Based on dark evaluations
of the night,
Slowly drifting
leaving an empty shell,
The soul corrupted
by the energy of the room,
For where is the strength
that the gods have promised,
Lost amongst the bodies of others
I can only assume

And I can't believe that I'm back here again,
Stuck in between having it all and nothing,
I can taste the joy but don't feel it in my heart,
I can see the light but I'm captured by the dark,
I see the man that I really want to be,
But he's standing there waving back at me,
And he's touching all the things I wanna touch,
And I'm jealous of myself I know that much,
I'm a fish in a tank that's looking out at sea,
But maybe that's all the world's got in store for me,
I'm taunted by myself, my own prison walls,
Perhaps someday I'll learn to let them fall

Torn between being and thinking,
Lost in the depths of living and hiding,
Somewhere amidst experience and comfort,
The courage of vulnerability or the wall I surround myself with

Does my face reveal my secret?
The hunger of the day has left me empty again,
Drained of life,
I'm not sure I can make it to the end,
My footsteps fading,
Each step shorter than the last,
This pain I'm feeling,
Is one I'm not sure I can make it past

Tears that stream down a face of no pain,
A man that does not allow sorrow,
It earns him no place in the world,
An iron exterior filled of feathers,
How could anyone know?
A world that is responsible for ******,
Yet receives no accusation,
Another lost soul with nothing gained,
A voice is only heard through call,
Silence brings no news

Twisting with the devil in another day of hard earned peace,
Packing thoughts in little boxes counting down till when it'll cease,
Logic out the window as a war can breed a peaceful end,
And fighting with the devil is a dance with the right tools to spend,
Shaking of the shackles that hold down my insecurity,
Sharpening the vision of the world that's right in front of me,
Reminds me that my mind is mine and inaccessible to others,
Feeling foolish for ever feeling special a heartache that I smother