As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Broken by function and broken by fate. I lay on this landfill thinking, – am I even still here, and am I too late? As I find myself slipping further into the rear of my own mental state, a ray of sunshine appears in the form of a queer, confusing my fate.
His dreams are so bright and so clear, that my heart starts to sear. In his dream I’m something, although something very unclear. I then try and I try to become something he can hold dear, but my thoughts and ideas can’t help but to veer,
till dreams turns to nothing but a great many fears. Here I’ll remain nothing, not even a simple old gear.
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the
Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed