It’s like trying to find your way out
of an invisible cube,
A forcefield of aloneness.
Inside my head - an island of one.
It wan an illusion all along.
There was never any ‘in’ crowd.
You had your dreams bought and
sold from under you.
Clinging – Grasping – Paving my improved path.
This is where I stand, judge me as I am.
An ode to tomorrow in the closing of today.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
It’s like trying to find your way out
of an invisible cube,
A forcefield of aloneness.
Inside my head - an island of one.
It wan an illusion all along.
There was never any ‘in’ crowd.
You had your dreams bought and
sold from under you.
Clinging – Grasping – Paving my improved path.
This is where I stand, judge me as I am.
An ode to tomorrow in the closing of today.
