They’d tell you it would be okay, Things would flow, But it feels like the river stopped, I have nowhere to go.
I keep pushing through, Boulder by boulder, The rocks sometimes fall on me, But I try to always be stronger.
My mind is a mess, Like the things in my room, Waiting to get sorted out, From the sun till the moon.
When I was younger, I had these crazy dreams and I just knew that they would come true. Nowadays, I'm taught to be realistic and being realistic can be painful.