From the cold hard ground that I fell flat on my face
Symbolic towers that were built with the intention to reign
Feasts that were thrown to enchant the unconcerned mass
Every scent and allegory that reminded of that bitter agony
Got blurrier and blurrier as my eyes soaked up the rain
Brought brand new perspectives on what I choose to call a disgrace
The well known storyline started to deck the puddle a foot just splashed
A former lover and an old ally crossed the bridge holding hands
Whatever it was that the crook of the neighborhood said
His words weren't enough to make them stay
He could've moved on to better things
Things he could find bliss in without tracing
Ghosts of a reality that is nothing but fiction
But he chose to be locked up in his hardwood cabin
And tried to block out the world's constant screamings
The puddle disappeared as the air got clearer and warmer
And my overflowing mind finally understood the danger of it's attachments
Why is my hometown my dreaded hell
when It's one of my favorites?
Is it really an ungoing cyle of shame and regret
or is it only my choices?
I scatter around bags of new chances every given minute
To other's who never bother to take it
Why don't I open up my fists
And see If it actually fits
Maybe the pens the crowds use everytime
They want to add in new requests on my timeline
Can break in two,If I use mine to draw that fine line
I crave my name in cursive on the byline
For my own story that I call my life
I'll let sun shine one more time
Let's see If there will be a sign
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