You can only see through my eyes but what of those lies, every little bit broken down in disguise, to hold me back from Ultimate demise,
Let me go, let me be.
For if I cannot be me what shall I be? Doomed to fade in and out with the sea or floating on the gentle breeze.
Like leaves tussling in the trees-
What more could there be?
One simple...
Perhaps one vary complex...
Answer to what could be,
The answer...
The leaves are leaves and I am me, what we have in common you ask?...
Simply, we go about the world waiting for the day we lose our grip...
And slowly fall away from the masses. Fading into nothing more...than a simple thought.
