Any day now I’ll get it right. I’ve put up a fight of a lifetime knocking out my dreams to fight the deprivation of night.
The work of a lifetime has led to a masterpiece of procrastination. I say I’m moving yet the violation is my inclination of appearing before a jury of my peers in the facade of light.
I rehearse the happy smiles that aren’t worth, while I cry inside.
Where did I go wrong?
I’m holding onto my life. Floating on the love others have for my beautiful mind.
You may say it’s alright, but have you had to tell your heart ‘we aren’t living right?’