Swimming empty pools; floating atop most of our dreams-
sinking away in that old familiar feeling of being so blue
I hear the ever-chasing sirens of the emergency factors
for all these years that go on and on and on…
I’m like an endless song; playing the tune of my heart-
till it sets away by the glum of missed hope by the dawn

I live my days to begin a new ending, for all of the regret
that comes in turns- running so far without any real direction;
to be at the destination I wasn’t expecting. Still joy surrounds
these hungry eyes; so let’s feast on more of the life we have
left to smile

As we are the children still haunted by most of our old dreams-
where the echoes of their tears become our present fears
To the people we look up to, who look to us below their feet-
they’ve underestimated how far we’re willing to believe in
those forgotten dreams. Drawing close to circles of all the things
that seem to repeat in a world that never stops spinning- yet where
we stamp our feet; are all the lessons I hope to leave behind
for my kids

I am the attire of addressing yourself in all your needs- the tradition
of struggles, and a sickening religion of pretending you’re okay for
all those not so okay to see; I am a faith mixed with a bit of doubt;
but I’d still be grateful to figure all these things out- would the
Heavens provide me a bit of help?