repeated songs wearing out misunderstanding ears,
screams silenced by a jaw pressed too tightly shut.
jittery hands without a home, searching for solace wherever they find warmth,
a heart beating in rhythm with those that are never brought to life.
eyes tired of stinging from overused tears from an overworked mind.
the world is never behind you, it's always two steps ahead
and you are lost somewhere in the arms race with a million people just like you,
striving for originality and trying to make their mark on this planet.
but for some reason, the air still seeps into your lungs and wakes you up each day,
to fight, to live, to love, to rage.
it's so easy to let your knees collapse, your eyes to shut, and your arms raise in surrender...
sometimes i wish i could find my white flag.
for the masses to engulf me until i'm as physically damaged as my mind sometimes feels.
be my friend.
