My mind yearns for some sort of rebellion,
Something that makes me unique,
Something that lets me stand alone on the island of individuality.
Anything that holds me back does not belong
Anything that hands power to me does not either
I need an ice cold slap in the face to get me back to reality
I set my alarm but my dreams and ambitions out beep, bing, shout or scream any noise it could
muster up.
The rope between heaven and hell is very thin
If spending countless hours writing,
About my heartbreaks, rejections and victories with the blood from my heart as ink
Make the rope that much stronger
Then that’s what I'll do
Maybe one day,
They will sit in a cafe for middle aged hipsters
with the title Best seller pasted on for everyone to see
Until then all I can do is,
Dream