I walk through the day, with so much to say,
And so much to do, to indulge in a world totally new,
But no one hears, nobody cares,
They do what they want, fitting the extra time they have not.
And I walk on through the night, wondering if anyone else sees that light,
That I see, or possibly is it just me?
Significance is my desire, but insignificance runs my fire,
For all my life now, and I don't know why and I don't know how,
To turn this tide, and let go of this barrier which coats me inside,
I know what it is I seek, but courage and strength seem to always leak,
From my mind and from my heart, all the while tearing me apart,
Because I feel for some strange reason, that my life is going into the barren season,
And my hour glass, unfortunately isn't going to last.
This is why, I feel I can't merely try,
I've got to succeed, at this thing I desperately need,
Until that moment, until the time I finally own it,
To have that thing, that will ultimately bring,
The smile to my face, and I can finish the race,
That I have been running, it's such a long time coming.
And once I obtain, that which refuses to sustain,
I will then be able to be visible, making my world indivisible,
And be finally looked at, under a different eye that,
Unlike before, will suddenly adore,
And feel the need, to be there for me when I sweat,when I cry, when I bleed.
I long for that moment, it will be mine, I will own it,
But it is all too apparent, that until that I day I will persist in transparent,
And if I do not receive, what I need; I do believe,
That my demise is nothing short than a must, how's the saying go - from ashes to ashes, dust to dust?.....