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From you '15 years from now'
What am I looking for, what am I hiding
reunited with my past self, can't help but repent;
did I lose myself or am I still finding,
hoping for my tomorrow just to escape my present.
Masked my troubles with so-called escapisms
denied the truth that was embedded deep within;
thoroughly washed away all my musings,
mastered the art of self-loathin'
Pushed and pulled with a force to reckon
emptied myself into the realms of darkness;
weighed my expectations as a means of life lesson,
heard the pounding of my heart, too scared to witness.
Everything indeed changes, as someone truly said change is the only 'constant'
can I change myself that is the big question, can I truly face myself?
the voices inside keep screaming to join the fragments,
who will tell them that I am not broken but shelved.
I don't need soldering, I need to embrace
my flaws, my mistakes, my regrets, my wants;
The only way to spiral out is to retrace,
to acknowledge the unknown, to evade the haunts.
Copyright ©
Nex Dan
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