Lurking in the shadows:
Nothing.
Sneaking about the night:
Nothing.
Watching from the sky:
Nothing
Blending in with you and i:
Nothing.
Some would say it sick,
to be in this state of mind.
How can one not be?
Reality hurts,
whether it be happy or sad,
it rips at my heart.
I'm a bit lost,
I'm a bit crazy,
A girl stuck in a fantasy world,
waiting for a fantasy man.
Perhaps it is you who are crazy,
Reality is too real,
I refuse to believe that this is all there is,
I will never give up hope,
lock me up and judge me,
I'm not going to accept this,
accept that what we see is as simple as it appears,
I'm not going to stop,
Stop while this life has so little to offer.
Then again,
it has plenty.
Plenty of life and opportunities to keep happy;
for those who are lucky,
for those who can afford it.
For those of us that are stuck,
struggling for breath,
striving for survival,
Begging on our hands and knees for a chance.
The teachers,
Didactic,
such motives and lies as they preach but judge.
It seems those who have accepted their fate do not understand,
A girl trapped in a fantasy world,
waiting for a fantasy man,
a fantasy life,
But you see,
things get a bit muddled.
When your body is stuck
and your mind and soul are elsewhere.
While your skeleton is hurting,
working,
sacrificing,
you're not really there.
You're where you'd like to be,
where you ought to be.
Where you have a purpose,
and I say,
it's a **** GOOD PURPOSE.
You can find a million reasons to live,
A thousand reasons to smile,
A hundred reasons to laugh,
A few reasons to keep going,
but there's always ONE.
One part of you that will look to the stars,
searching.
waiting.
hoping.
praying.
begging.
faithful.
Always.