i stand on the side with the majority
a life i never thought i'd live
i don't see the sky the same way i did when i was seventeen
the way the sun hits the buildings isn't ever as beautiful as the way i remembered it to be
shutter speed and rooftops
two which should've never been forgotten.
the past slipped a way, along with who i once was
and now i stand here with the rest of them
viewing the sky the same way as those stuck in the maze.
but within this shared vision, i'll find my own way
and maybe amidst the struggles
i'll find myself seeing the sky a different way