Waiting for the day that all this pain will go away
Drifting through the nights
As the moonlight keeps my demons at bay
I wear bags under my eyes
Never knowing where I’m going to go
Always following the stars
Keeping an eye out
For where the greener grass will grow
There will never be a fork in my path
Because my path isn’t clear to me
I may not know where I’m going
But I know where I’m going to be
I’ve seen myself atop of mountains
Made of bodies and of gold
I’ve seen myself blinded but it’s up to me
To see what the truth will hold
It doesn’t matter how I live my life
Be it by pen or by the gun
All that matters is that I live a story worth telling
By the time my life is done
Whether it’s through stories
Told by memory or those written in print
My legacy will live on forever
It will be infinite.