Again, and again, and again.
The same routine, the same differences, the same day.
How did I become stuck in this paradox of insanity?
How come I live the same day, over and over, yet the days still go by?
Wasting my life away, doing the same crap, day after day.
All my life, I've dreamed of changing the world for the greater good. I've always seen the world in its corrupt ways, hidden from the world, and never have I lived a day in comfort. Even on the most serene of days, I tend to worry of what could happen.
No, not me, but the world in general. I know how simple it is to make a difference, but how complicated it is to last.
No, lets end this. I'm going to talk to my old friend, darkness, and tell him I won't take up for his ways, and I will walk alone to change the world. Join me.
YOU ARE READING
Bright Eyes
PoetryThey see the despair that no one else knew about. They cry the burden they were born to bear. Some of them change the world. Some of them die trying. When they looked into my eyes, they envied them... But they didn't know the pain dealt, by my Brigh...
