Monday, January 16, 2012

hours of something

It's been quite a while since I posted something. I wrote this recently about what I'm basically feeling in a more metaphoric matter pretty much...


Hours of fantasy and weekends of thoughts
Of how or if I will ever be
Each morning on sunrise I still feel the same
I think "Is this what I want or is there something else more?"
It's a war in my head
It's a weight on my back
It's a strong state of balance just to see through the cracks to a whole different world
It's a world with a princess with the most perfect heart
Where there's happiness growing
There's nothing to fear
Except never quite knowing where I could start
Then the second I think I might of figured it out
Life hits me again and I can't find my way out
It's lonely and cold with nothing around but the thoughts in my mind and my feet on the ground
I feel like there's a moral but it still seems so unclear
Though I tell this poem everyday, the passion disappears