Bla Bla
I don’t have much to say,
still my mind won’t stay quiet.
I am with peace, at rest,
my chest calls for riot.
I yearn of Earthly desires,
grounded, begging to fly higher,
or for a someone to simply admire.
I want and my mind is liar.
It tells me the sky is not blue,
I always doubted it to be true.
The ocean’s surface seems like glass too,
until you become it’s burden, and pass through.
Why is this world continuously so cruel?
Why dream of skies, if my wings never grew?
I’ll still soar among the clouds, with a couple of screws,
and the hunger that I have for the better views.
I don’t have much to say,
and I suppose this could be just another day.
I wait, the arms of time to fall tired,
and the night that loves me to slowly retire.
To be replaced by the clarity of eyes,
while I sigh, for the eyes often rule in lies.
It came to me as a surprise,
once I heard the cycle I’m stuck in comes to end.
I suppose if I spend, all my moments awake,
I’ll be willing to take a little break.
I don’t know if I was made to sink,
I do know, I can’t exist and not think.
So if possible, let this loop never end.
I can’t imagine being in the dark and not wonder where my purpose went.
Though for now I have forever, to figure out what burden’s next.
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