in our own ignorance and haze do we turth
sitting down counting it out
pace each lesson learned
taking in the words of those surrounding you
and hoping some turth there words will follow
see nothing but your reflection by actions of others
childeren we are until we truly see the leasons
laid out in the neat little plan destined for us
so sick am i of this gross and grim reality
heavy my heart for i seem to stay a child no matter what i do
thumbling the words of the gultiny people put upon me
too young in spirit people see in me
so worn behind what they see
breaking every mintue in hoping to find some truth in everything
feeling time i am wasting with all i do
throwing out all past happiness and turning into someone new
no one sees or gets this
not even i want this
another day passing and more time and life seems pointless
what do to what to do
just wishing to go back to the ignorance
so tried of people expecing from me
but this is the pricing still paying
a loss no one will comprehend if i tell
but life never stops always turning
just as i feel
something growing that i hide
but my price i shall take b/c that is what i do
contirdiction in everything that seems to be
tumbleing i stand and still i spin
for breaking away is just a sin
this is the price still paying
By:Zeo