Truly this must be it for me
Nearly eighteen years in and I've quit trying so hard to get where I don't want to go
What I really mean is
What happened to the joy of living
The joy of creating
The joy of rest
The joy of simply being in motion

Moving forward
I crave the sensation of satisfaction
Satisfied with the growth of my talents
Yet here we are stuck in the worst time of our lives
Saying it's the best time is truly a lie
For I
I have had enough of this
All these people telling me my best
option
Please
What do you know of my desires
If only you knew how to set fires
In the hearts of those who need it most