I wonder what life would be like
Without the birds madly chirping in my ear,
Without all the confusion.
Telling me how to think
Without the wind telling me how to breathe.
The roses are telling me to love a certain way,
But this is not my way.
These branches are bending my limbs and pointing me down a
certain road.
This is the road of survival, yet not the road of
fulfillment.
This is the road that always lacks
But is never uncertain.
The little bugs are eating up my flesh.
The bugs that remind me my eternity isn’t forevermore.
I wish these things would disappear.
My life wants to live. Yet
To survive it must die.
Where is the sunshine of hope for the future?
It has been lost in the sea of forgetfulness
And swallowed by my cave of darkness.
We find ways to survive, but never to truly live.
Let me be.
Let me remember the dreams of young
When anything was a possibility.
Let me live my life.
Not by the principle of society
But by my law written in the sands of carelessness.
My rose shall be plucked away.
Let me not love forever
But choose serendipity.
Let me not begrudgingly hike down the path of survival,
But to swim in the clear blue waters of my freedom.
Where I need not care if the rats encase me or if my rags
end up tattered.
Let me be free.
Let me not hear a soul.
For I am all the soul I need.
Yet life laughs menacingly in my face.
For this is but a faint hope that fades with every breath I
breathe.
These smiles will never be completely finished.
I have given my all to achieve a cold, dark place at the end
of the street.
The midnight hour comes as I trudge down,
Money in one hand, man in the other.
The road of life has led me to another.
And it all.
Comes down.
To, soil?
