So far away, yet we strive,
For greatness?
No, for we are to critical
Of words running from our lips,
Yearning to escape, to live, to be
Free!
Alas, skittish eyes guard lost keys.
Rusted gates and rotting bridges
Lie forgotten in barren memories.
Better days, we say, better days are
Coming.
Another tear, to many thoughts,
A clouded perception fills the lungs,
Empty swings and a lonely breeze
Caress rosy cheeks and sorrow's streams,
While solemn faces loom over earth
Observing.
Diamonds cry, swallowed by the night,
Vein attempts catch human minds,
Yet, they remain meaningless,
For to many wish on false felicity
Staring into mirrors without a purpose,
Weeping.
So few hopes, yet we survive,
For fear of dark tides washing over dreams,
Eternity resting within the earth we ruin,
We sit beneath the moon, cold and tired
While the candle burns and we live on
Waiting.
