I stood within the empty space;
A place, to where my thoughts wander
Forever entrapped, seeking guidance.
A face or two there, far over yonder
To ponder the thought of greatness.
Make no mistake—I am merely a fake.
As you can see—my life is at stake
But fear not for I am willing to break
The laws of logic—impossible boundaries,
Breathing as one, opening closed doors,
Left amongst the ashes of many shattered floors.
On the edge; hoping to soar rather than to fall
But my wings have not yet grown in—nor at all.
Drifting to sea; an ocean of limitless possibilities
So far away it seems—the freedom that I seek.
Yet, it is not so distant; only a few short feet
As I bleed a river that runs through my heart—
To the outer islands of my isolated life; a world apart.
