I have been trying to catch
The moments I should have lived
I have been trying to remember
The sounds
That should have been familiar
But are still unknown
I know why I can't do it
While years ago I probably could
Because
It's been years and ages since
The first time I had fallen short
How can I survive
if all that I have is not enough..
not par excellence..
For those whom I call my own?
I have failed so bad
Its been getting hard
to stand up again
I try to move on
But my guilty feet are stuck
Refusing to get away
From the slippery floors
Of a supposed to be long forgotten past
And then I see the accusing glares
Which flare me up
And the disappointed looks
Which leave me dejected
Feels kind of like a little something
Going dead inside
Why am I being asked to fly
While they stand on my cape?
Been always told
To take the centre stage
But frankly I had rather just stay away
And I have realized
In those moments..
When the air seems too much
To breathe into ..
When I try to hold the pain in my palms
And then remember my hands ain't got enough space..
That I am a bird in a cage..
A golden cage perhaps....
Probably born to shine
But it's okay
if I just decay and wither away.
