Sometimes I feel
As if life couldn't get better.
Sometimes I feel
As if I am lesser.

Sometimes I wish
That nothing could be unpleasant.
Sometimes I wish
That this wasn't the present.

But sometimes,
When my world has gone dark,
When the city is nought but a spark.

I start to wonder
What it was like before
And what scars it has in store.

And sometimes,
Through these rushing thoughts I plunder,
I loosen the grip that my mind is under.
The hidden depths of those around
Calling, just waiting to be found.
I simply float from myself, at last unpinned,
Becoming the shadows and the wind.

And let myself be free
So that sometimes...
I am not stuck inside me.