Breaking down, through, and out,
Wings spread to the sky,
With no rescue enroute,
Fetterings left in a sty,
Where I once called home.
Scraping, stretching, yearning,
For worlds yet to roam,
I can feel my past burning,
As I pull myself through,
For a dream I once had,
In a vision that only I could view,
While others felt me lost, or possibly mad,
This false life will never be enough,
Living in the shadow of another’s dream,
I will cast myself out into the rough,
Out of the fire, and into the stream.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Breaking down, through, and out,
Wings spread to the sky,
With no rescue enroute,
Fetterings left in a sty,
Where I once called home.
Scraping, stretching, yearning,
For worlds yet to roam,
I can feel my past burning,
As I pull myself through,
For a dream I once had,
In a vision that only I could view,
While others felt me lost, or possibly mad,
This false life will never be enough,
Living in the shadow of another’s dream,
I will cast myself out into the rough,
Out of the fire, and into the stream.
