you’ve become a broken machine.
The times have proven too powerful.
As if all the throb and bruise and weight are
all factors of a fairy tale. Pff.
The years behind sure have blinded you.
Sure, you work for the paycheck,
free time’s with all the friends you can find
but the mind is in another world, the past,
causing you to end up alone, where it all comes crashing back.
Breathe in, scream it out, even if they
no longer care. Express yourself,
scream it out, all of it out,
a weary soul needs it most.
Release, release, release until you’re empty, you’re skinned,
until you’re in the wonders of today, begin again,
when you turn around
and no longer recognise yourself.