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