Checking off every alarming box until I see the truth
Cannot ask for help because beginnings and endings are experienced by self
Want to return to childhood when running around in circles felt fun
Now I’m choking on stale air wondering why my tender feet burn after eight hours
Too tired to appreciate sweet smelling flowers winking for attention
Wrapped inside a world I’m finally breaking away from comfortably
Yeah they will beat and curse but I know of a better destination currently awaiting my soul
When I die I won’t care about fickle labels or direction parties
Shaping my mind instead of letting others do it for me.
