The world lays around me begging for touch
With figertips numb, I can barely hold much
Tears slip down my cheaks but their source disappears
Not the eyes, but what's lying beneath, all the fears.
I crave knowledge, inspiration, and deep revolution
Doubt tingles inside with some hidden intrusion
Words fly around shouting greatness my way
Though the words that I hear are mixed in with the gray.
Grasping fistfuls of air while biting my tongue
Pain makes me forget the mistakes that I've done
Though the voices are loud, I know I'm not weak
Holding my head high, I will fight at my peak