Oh, my life, how pointless.
How do I savour times so fruitless?
My young soul gone old,
My childish warmth turned cold.
How could I see the light,
When I have embraced the night?
Under the moon's watchful gaze; I hide and stray,
Clutching illusory delight as I dream away.
The comforting darkness; I'll never forget,
As upon sunrise; it's what I yearn to get.
To my mind this real world is a gloomy place,
Whereas my fantasy planet is a supreme space.
I'm confined to a cycle of life's motions;
Numb inside but outside I force emotions,
And without rest, I hold up a fight
While I silently long for a flight.
