Another year, another life,
Gifts of time, with edges knife.
Fading presents, memories turn old,
Once gleaming, now grown cold.
Today's joy, tomorrow's sorrow,
In the cycle, questions wake.
Is this meant for me, this path I tread?
Or am I lost in dreams misled?
Days and nights, a weary spin,
Endless loop, where do I begin?
Smiles worn, yet heart sighs,
weary and worn, so tattered and torn.
A happy face, a facade I wear,
Inside, a dead, they saw a life.
In this void where shadows live.
Plain and stark, no light to spark.
Childhood dreams, a fragile thread,
For what I sought was never found,
No vibrant hues, no melody's arc.
My childhood dreams, alas, belate.
