at an early age I lost sight of any hope through my life kaleidoscope
that it would indeed be alright
as I ventured through a plight at night
I decided to sit tight hoping for a white knight
in a place where the only light was my own
as I waited for a help that would never come
in only five minutes would I succumb to the rule of thumb
that my chances were already gone

lost is the flame that fueled the glint in my eye
couldn't really tell if there was a sun in the sky
all I felt was cold and alone
in spite of the fact that this journey is of one's own
compared it to others
discarding the evidence that had shown
any growth of my own