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Yes, I am a passionate creature that lives and dies in fire and water born of the center of my being. I am an unpredictable storm, a capricious sea that caresses as well as devours. I am no tame creature but a wild one that runs barefoot through the forest racing the moon. There is a strength in me unparalleled, a depth that defies the deepest abyss, the light so blinding, a darkness defiling.
In the depths of my soul, I question my role,
What's the point of my life, what's my ultimate goal?
Am I just chasing dreams, will it be worth it in the end?
But for whom do I strive, for whom do I bend?
My love for you runs deep, to the core,
But in this suffocating cycle, I feel used and sore.
There's nothing left to give, I'm drained and bereft,
I refuse to live for a man or men, I'm ready, I've left.
If this is the rest of my life, trapped in this box,
I'm ready for the unknown, take me, break the locks.
I can't breathe in this confinement, in this suffocating plot,
I YEARN for freedom, a new beginning, a different spot.
I crave to be cared for, to be nurtured and seen,
Or at least not to bear the burden, to keep my slate clean.
What's the point of my life, who am I living for?
Constantly putting myself last, craving for more.
Is there more to this journey, to this existence we live?
I seek answers, I yearn for more, I want to forgive.
I want to escape, to go far, far, far away,
I'm ready to break free, to find my own way.
The eyes always seek
the sunshine between irregularities
even as the skies cry from above
It's how we open our eyes each day
How we rise from our slumber
How we consume to create
And create to consume
A cycle to fulfill another cycle
What an intriguing world this is!
this hurts. it isn’t fair
to think that i outran the pain
to hope that i was smart enough
or good enough to flee—
it’s never fair to think that,
but it still hurts, anyway.