The hero dies at the end of this story We all know how it goes The same old song goes on and on So strap in and raise your chins Its a scene we already know The hero dies at the end of the story And were left wondering What even was the point of it all?
what if what if i never fall in love what if i never watch the sunrise with someone more beautiful than the view what if my parents never love me what if i fail uni what if no one falls in love with me what if i never love myself what if i never wake up next to someone i love what if i never look in the mirror and see someone who deserves love what if
picture this picture waking up on your darkest morning to your kids crying and knowing in that moment you’re on earth for a reason picture a first date with a beautiful woman picture your future wife agreeing to marry you picture looking yourself in the mirror and being proud of the man you see picture watching the sunset alone because you’re comfortable enough in yourself that you don’t need company picture looking back at nights like these and being glad your kids have more nurturing parents picture this
Imprisoned in our drunken thoughts of escaping Is there any single hope for changing? If the moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to Then why does it say, there are no directions available to pursue? I wanted to live a dream, he granted it for me And yet, there is no time to spare O you, lonely soul, are you melancholy, or are you in despair? Words cut like a knife sometimes But it pierces my heart instead They say that the end is the beginning, and the beginning is the end Will it even ever change?
collective thoughts around times of covid-19 when everything seems meaningless, repetitive, hopeless, and in utter metaphysical despair. I longed for a real connection with people.