Jul 2013
I'm trying to let myself go,
But selfless thoughts won't let me so.
The weight of my conscience got me earthbound,
Got my head up to just look and envy.
A hostage to chain of thoughts,
******* to others expectations,
I'm living dead,
Dying to live.
Manipulated thoughts like puppet strings,
As my actions dangle for others' joy.
Every move I try to make,
Something always seem to pull me back.
Haven't found one with the right touch,
Maybe one day I'll find that violinist.
But selfless thoughts won't let me so.
The weight of my conscience got me earthbound,
Got my head up to just look and envy.
A hostage to chain of thoughts,
******* to others expectations,
I'm living dead,
Dying to live.
Manipulated thoughts like puppet strings,
As my actions dangle for others' joy.
Every move I try to make,
Something always seem to pull me back.
Haven't found one with the right touch,
Maybe one day I'll find that violinist.
The original title I had for this was "Strung Out," but my friend KJ said "Hopeful Harmony" would do it better justice. It made sense because I'm seeking for that harmonious balance. Life pulls me in many directions, but having hope is a start to the right path, no hope means to give up.
