Show me your dreams,
your visions so clear.
Tackle your fears
and what is life worth to hold dear.
For years I have wanted to see places,
a hit or miss.
Wanted to fill up the empty spaces
and see life for what it is.
The streets are nothing but empty roads,
streets with the intention to reminiscent.
Emptiness comes in the form of hoardes,
vessels slowly killing themselves with commitment.
Nobody roams these once lit streets,
now tales from the voice of experience.
There is nobody out there to meet,
to cure me from this delirium.
Nothing to hold on to,
nobody out there waiting for me.
Looking for a reason to go into
what keeps me in here.
Gotta move on, brush away the morbid,
sordid details that become meaningless.
See what is beyond the orbit,
free from the chains that become pointless.
Show me reality,
show me a place to die for.
Give me clarity,
where there are no pretenders, no one to lie to.
