I see a glimpse of hope
In those who unapologetically scream
I don't give a ****
I'm
Stuck between the nagging thought of self realization
And the sensations of guilt and freedom
Just as Rome wasn't built in a day
It'll take me a some time to take away the person that I really am
Yet I persevere to ram my head against the wall of perpetual instability
Held back by the humility of my elders
I carry on
Just as those before me and those long after I'm gone
I like millions of other will stay strong against the perpetual void
I am but a contextual being of my surroundings
Howling at the every day grind
Dreaming of the day I will leave it all behind
And be free
Free like the wind in children's stories
Constantly fighting against being perceived and counted as one of these bodies
An individual
A life
Full of strife and longing
Belonging to no one but myself
And maybe fairytales belong on a dusty old shelf
But as long as I breathe I will always believe and never forsake myself
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
I see a glimpse of hope
In those who unapologetically scream
I don't give a ****
I'm
Stuck between the nagging thought of self realization
And the sensations of guilt and freedom
Just as Rome wasn't built in a day
It'll take me a some time to take away the person that I really am
Yet I persevere to ram my head against the wall of perpetual instability
Held back by the humility of my elders
I carry on
Just as those before me and those long after I'm gone
I like millions of other will stay strong against the perpetual void
I am but a contextual being of my surroundings
Howling at the every day grind
Dreaming of the day I will leave it all behind
And be free
Free like the wind in children's stories
Constantly fighting against being perceived and counted as one of these bodies
An individual
A life
Full of strife and longing
Belonging to no one but myself
And maybe fairytales belong on a dusty old shelf
But as long as I breathe I will always believe and never forsake myself
