What to make of this vague, sensational feeling
A crack at something distance,
I suppose I'm lacking in direction,
A knock at my door to appears to me in a decade
I pray for something more
The cost of living
Cuts at my veins and slashes at my skin
I drift towards a vague familiarity
I miss those old feelings
I can't shake the feeling I'm drifting,
Maybe for a second I float towards something better
In the distant the flames of something unfamiliar
And I miss my father, I miss mother,
And for all they've given me I strive for one better
A better start, in distant stars.
So keep me secret, and keep me hopeful.
Something to run from,
The sun laughs, I trip as it sets,
But I run until my, feet do bleed,
The pain promises something better
A hug towards a bitter December,
Augusts grasps towards the future.
I feel warm as the sun inches closer.