A lost soul....

How does one even begin to shine in a world that is so full.
To sit and think and dream my friend can sometimes be such bull.
To understand ones motives, is to try and understand ones dreams.
Is there anyone that cares to, or anyone that gleams.

Dreams most certainly drive us, can they ever be near understood.
If they were, would that do away the special times they could.
Life brings about happy times, of jubilation and with it fear.
Times that can be made more difficult, knowing you are queer.

Society does induce that desire, need to be normal.
You end up living a lie, unfortunately formal.
One will never find themselves, being that sought after shining light.
Not without pursuing, that insurmountable hard fight.

How does one become so extremely tired and early in life.
It must be that democracy word being so damn rife.
One can spend their whole life trying to live and feel that drummed dream
Just whos goal is that anyway, not convinced it's my theme.

I feel like an asse right now, a friendship that could have been grand.
Ruined because my head cant escape this mental, fucked up land.
I admire your free being, the almost innocent beliefs you see.
Please lend those rose tinted spectacles, I know they could set me free.

by amydawn21
posted on 05/05/2008