Aug 2016
I wish
They get so tired and weary, possibly from people, possibility days grow so old you can see it on their face. What's the point in being someone? Word after word, write after write, same lines say it's better to be no one
When life tries to groom you in to someone. Art used to imitate life but these days life tries to imitate art like a bad Hollywood remake we grow so tired. Fake smiles of Thalia, we greet each other in the streets but beneath the frown of Melpomene,fixated to our soul. I wish I had no face. No name to call my own or be called. No conscience. No desire. No lust. No anger. I wish I was nobody, my mind razor sharp,so sure feelings are gone and understanding so pure. Then I would not be tired... Then I could live my life. no fear, just will, at peace, my mind in control forevermore.
They get so tired and weary, possibly from people, possibility days grow so old you can see it on their face. What's the point in being someone? Word after word, write after write, same lines say it's better to be no one
When life tries to groom you in to someone. Art used to imitate life but these days life tries to imitate art like a bad Hollywood remake we grow so tired. Fake smiles of Thalia, we greet each other in the streets but beneath the frown of Melpomene,fixated to our soul. I wish I had no face. No name to call my own or be called. No conscience. No desire. No lust. No anger. I wish I was nobody, my mind razor sharp,so sure feelings are gone and understanding so pure. Then I would not be tired... Then I could live my life. no fear, just will, at peace, my mind in control forevermore.
