The point is reached where
You wish details weren’t so evident to you
Anymore.
Where you wish you were the type of person
That could turn their head around and
Give the middle finger to the world,
Instead of dwelling over the “what ifs”.
Where you feel trapped by society’s invisible rules
Set by fear
Where not even
Sleep is an escape and
Written words become
Phantom.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
The point is reached where
You wish details weren’t so evident to you
Anymore.
Where you wish you were the type of person
That could turn their head around and
Give the middle finger to the world,
Instead of dwelling over the “what ifs”.
Where you feel trapped by society’s invisible rules
Set by fear
Where not even
Sleep is an escape and
Written words become
Phantom.