It's as sad as it gets... To behold the world out there Bursting with magnificent colours While I'm comfortably stuck On the other side of the glass Drowning in my own inertia
A few words about getting older. About everyday struggles and how futile they seem. Maybe society is just built to glue us to the ground... or maybe there's just something wrong with me.
I used to be bold and fearless Annoyingly self assured Daydreaming about greatness Telling everyone about how Someday I'd rule the world.
Those days are long gone Making me feel like a hollow shell A mere shadow of my former self And life became all about Playing a role I simply can't fit Fooling everyone... But me