we were supposed to have it differently -
we'd never bow down: instead we knelt.
despair beneath a layer of optimism
our curse is a shoe that fits us well.
I love the comfort of our newest plans,
there's a hint of our past in our present -
and in our present, a reflection of our future -
leading somewhere I cannot fathom.
once we cherished our dearest high hopes;
but now our dreams are only whims
a mixture of solace and despair
a constant remainder of old affairs
once a wise man in my lack of knowledge,
what do I demand for and from myself?
a round of applause and a pat on the back?
for the mere existence should've been awarded...
at least that was our plan all along.
at least that was my plan all along.
i crafted our lives without your consent:
you changed the directions without mine.
