My shattered remains
Are scattered among the skies
and I’m just laying here in some... restive peace
Just waiting for that spark to ignite.
Is this really what the meaning is?
The meaning of life?
Or Just some ending to lifes tragic love song.
The greater unknown
While all others are finding contentment in Disillusion
And all I want is glorified peace
And Happiness; (I’m Sure) has no parenthesis.
Nor “Life” quotation marks
Life itself is crafted from the hands of the individual
Though my hands are chained to society
My heart screams for liberation
But it’s never heard.
All endless attempts at finding for my Utopian Fantasy.