no sense of direction,
hoping a compass will fall from the sky,
left me dreamy, as it never happened,
following my instinct to find a way.
wishing and hoping to see the light,
but found nothing but total blindness,
maybe my instinct aint so right after all.
looking up at the dark blue sky,
as the moon brighten up the night.
I see the moon and the stars starring and laughing at me.
trying to prove them wrong, disregarding their opinion.
I keep walking and walking, following my senses.
Spending years to make the world believe that I wasnt lost.
I've forgotten, the true reason, of being,
about finding my path to light.
As I begin to get weary,
I begin to ponder, if I had pick another path,
would I still be here?
Walking and Walking around in circles,
never realizing it'd became my full time job and lost my purpose to live.
For the sake of not letting the world that matters down for a moment,
I have now have no where to go, but to keep falling.
I don't know how to get out,
as no one knows where I am.
A skillfully master plan of lies leaves me in dissertation.
Living in denial forever, and may loneliness be my friend forever.
ARE YOU A FIGHTER? OR A LOOSER???
Failure isn't a choice but it's a hurdle for us to aim higher :)
