All alone in this state of desperation
am I the only one, willing to fight
As if im waiting at this old station
waiting to be spiritually elevated into flight
too bright to be trapped inside this mediocrity
waiting to escape the grasp of this city
I can feel the potential within me
my teachers claim that it is and has been
Dead
My parents ask only for me to conform
I deep down know that I will never
Instead I ask for a complex reform
No
I beg for change
We are being blinded every day
I feel my eyes slowly closing
I feel my nails digging into my eyelids
Begging for them to open
I then wake up
and do exactly what the system has taught me to do
With remains of the abundance of scars
on my eyelids
and no change
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
All alone in this state of desperation
am I the only one, willing to fight
As if im waiting at this old station
waiting to be spiritually elevated into flight
too bright to be trapped inside this mediocrity
waiting to escape the grasp of this city
I can feel the potential within me
my teachers claim that it is and has been
Dead
My parents ask only for me to conform
I deep down know that I will never
Instead I ask for a complex reform
No
I beg for change
We are being blinded every day
I feel my eyes slowly closing
I feel my nails digging into my eyelids
Begging for them to open
I then wake up
and do exactly what the system has taught me to do
With remains of the abundance of scars
on my eyelids
and no change
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