Backfire

A God-forsaken city Dictated by incompetent people Though characterized by secret frowns Lying in wait for a beautiful day Please resurrect one from the ashes of the past Growing like grass is the sense of melancholy While innocence dies like a small, brilliant flame Following the sun as it retires for the day A long day at work More little civilian wars wage One more human light bulb burning out Can a new start begin by traveling To a new town, a new city Can something of worth fall into calloused hands Which have only known the contents of a stern, hollow face Youth is slowly being exchanged with maturity Youthful bliss cannot be held onto forever But it can remain something fond to look back to Such is the storied-tale of turning from boy to man Girl to woman And the choices we make The decisions we take Backfire, they backfire purposely Or perhaps accidentally Held back by the fear something may go wrong Fear, yes, feeling scared is real Suicide sometimes feels like the answer All the streetlights point to the river While the heart rests in a well for wishing everything will turn out just fine In opposite fashion, everyone seems to be against Everyone seems to oppose; prying red eyes of anger or distinguished rejection They are oblivious to the toll being paid In the mirror, the reflection sees forgiveness being asked The answer, silent as stars The ghosts in memory, they replay like a song The same story, the same ending with the same feelings They follow even when thrown clear across the globe If this town could become its own ghost, abandoned to erase the problems arising Just duck and run for cover, cross the bridge and never look back Yet it’s the heart looking back to see whom was left behind Making it impossible to leave, make it impossible to dream Drowning in the misery of sitting in this day A God-forsaken city “Get me out of this godforsaken city Let me start over somewhere new” Somewhere to where the skies are blue Instead of a faint grey hue