Here I sit again
drained out, washed up and fingers worn;
left to wonder where the time has gone.
This disillusion I have dreamt of before
and I remain unfulfilled
holding steady for another day
but I wait in discontent
Soft and steady spiral
shoot me up to the heavens
trigger pressed
i rifle towards the skyline
In search of the unknown
I fly around aimlessly
plucking the clouds from the sky
one by one
Shimmering twilight
another day has since come to pass.
Without a hault,
I am going nowhere fast.
Puppet of this upset dynasty,
I parade around a "united" soldier
fallen to shambles under
a shameless facade.
They have stolen the dignity
of our fathers without blinking.
Onward we must march
before this ship is done sinking.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
Here I sit again
drained out, washed up and fingers worn;
left to wonder where the time has gone.
This disillusion I have dreamt of before
and I remain unfulfilled
holding steady for another day
but I wait in discontent
Soft and steady spiral
shoot me up to the heavens
trigger pressed
i rifle towards the skyline
In search of the unknown
I fly around aimlessly
plucking the clouds from the sky
one by one
Shimmering twilight
another day has since come to pass.
Without a hault,
I am going nowhere fast.
Puppet of this upset dynasty,
I parade around a "united" soldier
fallen to shambles under
a shameless facade.
They have stolen the dignity
of our fathers without blinking.
Onward we must march
before this ship is done sinking.
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