How is it that we survive on air, that our bodies adhere, to the rules of science and biology, that our hearts and minds can be picked apart with psychology...........
If its as easy as a class read, someone tell me who the world created me to be, if you can explain my every being by DNA strands, then tell me what the larger plan demands.......
I'm f***ing tired of the games, there all the same, no one really taking any time to know more than a persons name. Every person wanting some kind of easy access to fortune and fame.....
I'm lost, I'm wandering, I'm dragging my entire story behind me, the weight from the burden is beginning to make me buckle at the knees, the air in my lungs is depleting while my story line keeps repeating, there is something we are all missing but all needing......
I look down from my flight, not a distinctive character in sight, everyone resembles merely dots on the pavement, wandering to myself where individualism's significance went. If that is what I have become leave me in the sky, I'm tired of living some insignificant lie, I'm tired of asking why......
What happened to this place, what happened to our race, no one would know if the answer stood right before their face, its all about time now, its become a race, leave me here on my cloud, I'd rather disappear without a trace........
