Instead of open skies and gold clouds,
Its florescent lights and shuffling crowds.
Once I'm gone I'll never miss another sunrise.
My neck will ache from looking up,
But at least I won't look down in defeat.
Once I'm gone,
The only weight I'll carry is a pack and dreams.
Instead of a past that looks darker through the seasons.
I am watching from further away everyday.
I am disconnected from everyone.
They try to talk to me and I spit back dial tones.
I am burning my bridges;
Wearing the embers in my teeth.
My grin will be brilliant,
From all the smoulders I'll eat.
I'll leave the cage I've been pacing ruts in.
Clipped wings will grow anew.
Fresh feathers with a sense of purpose.
I'll smell like rain before it hits the smog.
I'll sing like I was born to,
Just like bird songs.
I'm not here to make you proud.
I'm not here to stay silent in these rooms.
I'm not here and I never really was.
*I'm already gone.