Thoughts drifting through my tears.
A chemical reaction bound by fear.
What is a laugh?
What is a cry?
Are they going to come for me like last time?
My dreams I don't awaken from.
The movement shakes my bed.
All things I saw inside my head.
I left with words unsaid.
Chemical reactions, and the torture we endure.
We are supposed to live and learn.
We yearn to feel the burn.
When is it my turn?
I move through the motions like a child at a disco.
I see the colors and let go.
No fear of the unknown
No constant or monotonous groan.
I live in the circumstances that I make.
Happiness is really hard to fake, so I laugh and stake my claim.
I can't let myself be tamed.
I move through the motions like a child at a disco.
Grab my hand, let's go.
Feel yourself drift through the unknown.
Sit upon your pretty throne, and make it somewhere you call home.
