I don't want to live an inevitable life
Grazing my hand along the borders
Inside the box of my comfort zone
Under perceived superior orders
I was given a voice with wings to fly
Yet, I hover underneath a lid
Of expectation and norms
I used to believe in such a myth
I'm not good enough and never will be
I became susceptible to that truth
But it was only a different opinion
From someone who wasn't my muse
Creative artistic expression
Sparks the fire behind my eyes
A flame that burns at the core of me
With those who try to dim my light
They try to put me out with lies
Until I become ashes and doubts
Be practical and realistic, they say
I asked, is being myself not allowed?
I let those voices get to me
Residing in my heart's cracks
They were the first to break me
From spewing unwanted facts
What is fact and what is fictional?
As though you decide my fate
My dreams only happen inside me
And stayed there as I grabbed the bait
I should want that mundane future
A tried and true pre-written path
In order to support the ones I love
I play a character so miscast
Because to live that kind of life
I neglect what I want the most
To endlessly create, knowing I'm free
Without the limits I grew up to know
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
I don't want to live an inevitable life
Grazing my hand along the borders
Inside the box of my comfort zone
Under perceived superior orders
I was given a voice with wings to fly
Yet, I hover underneath a lid
Of expectation and norms
I used to believe in such a myth
I'm not good enough and never will be
I became susceptible to that truth
But it was only a different opinion
From someone who wasn't my muse
Creative artistic expression
Sparks the fire behind my eyes
A flame that burns at the core of me
With those who try to dim my light
They try to put me out with lies
Until I become ashes and doubts
Be practical and realistic, they say
I asked, is being myself not allowed?
I let those voices get to me
Residing in my heart's cracks
They were the first to break me
From spewing unwanted facts
What is fact and what is fictional?
As though you decide my fate
My dreams only happen inside me
And stayed there as I grabbed the bait
I should want that mundane future
A tried and true pre-written path
In order to support the ones I love
I play a character so miscast
Because to live that kind of life
I neglect what I want the most
To endlessly create, knowing I'm free
Without the limits I grew up to know
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