A cloud drifts freely through the air
You feel the wind through your hair and the grass on your feet.
A carefree life that can't be beat
A life where all goes well and not a single doubt runs your mind down with fog
It seems so close to touch however we're all held back
An organ that makes us lovable but also a monster that takes us by our hands and shoves us to our knees
A will at which we sometimes can't escape
A will we wish we could break
But sometimes you just want to speak
To let that organ know why its perspective isn't all so bleak.
But sometimes you can't
Sometimes you feel locked in and sunk to mud
A sludge pulls your feet down and metaphoric bullets smash your skull.
You pour with metaphoric blood and you trek through the metaphoric sludge.
You scream and cry through that metaphoric rain
You punch and kick through the metaphoric pain
But... Sometimes it isn't metaphoric
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Trudging through the wreck of self rebellion
PuisiTrudging through the wreck of self rebellion