For a fire that burns deep within
For a force that cant be expressed in words
For intensity I am grappling to be able to take
For a struggle that never seems to die within
For a smog that’s filling my lungs as we speak
For all the gravity I feel within
In that area, that so called place
Which houses all these things
Which are but a waste of time, if you see it that way
Words? Sound? Tune? Breath?
What can come out
What is it that’ll finally at least make an escape
What is it that the eye outside will finally see
Assuming, it does, of course
I am as eager as you
If this wasn’t such a struggle its made out to be
I would be sitting back with a pile of popcorn in my hand too
Oh! If only I had ever wished to be so conveniently fathomable.
I chose not
I wished not
I hoped not
Not this, not anything else
But I crave, yes. Unfortunately yes, a million times over.
But help it, I cant