At first I hoped they’d speak aloud
What words were held within my mind
For thoughts of mine would allude
To their listenings and interlude
And sometimes strange things make me wander
Into thoughts of crazed be-yonder
And I wished for freedom
Validation

But now, they speak so freely
When my mind is caught in wandering
That I should fear to hear
The words so openly, they’ve spoken
For, the fears of freedom
Haunt me
And tie me to monotony
For I can see the damage I might bring
In my abandoning of doubt
In favor’f certainty

My life is cinematic
And in truth, I’ve had it
Up to here with fear
And never near to what’s pragmatic

Might I ever come, in following fate
I’ve shed my doubt too late
I must accept my unbecoming hate
And plunge into the depths of madness
To avoid unspoken sadness
And stop myself from binding lives
To death and endless scourge of lies

Am I harbinger
And emotional winter
Am I the one who will beget our fall
To end it all?
And if so, what is choice?
What’s the point?
Where is my voice?
I do not want this.