A cemetery of broken dreams
Everything is not what it seems
We all wish we could change the theme
Run away and start clean
Down the blocks the footsteps go
Sometimes in rain at times in snow
The hoarded masses block and grow
Pushing through like water flows
A chariot comes to wisp you away
Never the same each and everyday
As the hours pass and the sun does fade
You sigh and cry to be unmade
The worlds not meant to be seen like this
A rushing wind of stress and fits
How long do you stay in these pits
To stay and die because to leaves a risk
All these thoughts race each night
I lie awake and try to fight
Fight the urge to conform and run
Or to walk a path alone as one