What am I A product of what has been A member of the future to be A traveler on a desolate street
For what has remained Stays still inside Dominant in its home Awake in my mind
Shattering ever still As the florescent lights hung above Alone in my heart ache As time aggressively slips by this desolate son
Peering through the door Hoping for a glimpse Of what strikes by my view Is surely to be missed
For happiness is a fleeting view which takes hold So it is tragic as you feel the agonizing departure of your soul And for what cannot be heard is that which is understood For what I have felt for a short season is that of my reproof
What I have missed the most has only brought me pain As I sit alone in the darkness my hands begin to shake For I have grown old in my youth and not as graciously as I'd hoped My thoughts feed my own torment like a hand around my throat
For all that I was In this world of lies Another product rejection And an endless defile
Though I wish, it is in vain And that of nothing new Crushed under the weight Of this iridescent blue