There could be a bend in the road, or a storm in the sea, a fire in the forest, but all I think about is me.
The skies may open asunder, or the winds may blow all away, trees may come crashing, but my thoughts from me won’t stray.
Putting myself last in the order, I was taught to do, to always put the I, me or mine after the you. So when and why exactly did I begin to bend the rules? Look around and I notice that you’re doing it too.
Selfish in body and selfish in soul, each one living in a world of their own. Convenience sometimes, or mere habit could be, to abandon all else and think of oneself alone.
Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of