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equation swinging between ideals and realities from conquering to surrender from the euphoric to the tragic trying to calculate the balance trying to unlock the secrets to society and self afraid to commit to any less than the best ideal realizing time is always running out scared i keep missing something not wanting to let go of the innocent goals knowing the lack thereof is inevitable for most misunderstanding the greatest fear, frustration, and pain persevering through it seems more than worth it all it fights parts of ourselves but is so much greater it hurts as i pass what i think i want trusting in patience and direction beyond have to know what to shed and what hold to when to go when to stay what to do and how long when to trust what's inside when to learn from the out who to let in and how deep what to say who will listen what is right anymore when everyone's misguided somewhere, somehow i'm just one in a billion of 10 million like me we're here for someone but they always seem out of reach |