Iím so lost.
The mirrorís image is fading,
everything is so distorted now.
Biting, jagged edges cutting skin deep
were once the pieces of a hopeful soul.
Scattered to the winds without care,
Can anyone find me?
The world is such an empty shell;
a singular mentality is destroying us,
rotting our lives from the humane core.
How the flock spreads, each one alone.
When we live for others,
we enrich ourselves.
Let me live.
Drifting so far away into an endless dream,
my skin is as much mine as
my most whimsical aspirations.
Let not the fantasy die,
but shaped into a budding reality.
Serenity is always vigilant.