The crowd is suffocating me with their sweaty,

Lifeless faces. Their bodies pressing up against me

With the way they sway and shove.

The pressure to not come back again

With nothing but rumble up to my knees

Is too much to bear with these hands taping my mouth shut

Muffling my screams, my “I want to do best.”

I’ve disappointed so many people already with my irrational,

Liberal mind. That finds itself escaping the poignant reality with everything fantasy.

Then there goes the hand, up shoots my arm without thought.

You can see it stand out like a beacon in the sea calling you home.

It’s up, and it’s willing to grab onto the fleshy ends of the stars

Breaking free of the people

Proving wrong all the expectations,

Strict limitations. Breathing down my neck

With their sick whispers of “you’ll never make it.”

I’ll make it, there goes the hand

It’s up, and it’s ready to be best.