12/07/2011

so many blank pages
they’re screaming at me
where will you go
what will you be
i’m writing my future
i’m writing my past
it’s just no wonder
nothing ever lasts
writing in paragraphs
writing in rhyme
wondering why
i am wasting my time
nothing is changing
i’m sitting quite still
watching my life
like a silent film
not wondering, knowing
where i’ve gone wrong
not listening, screaming
my new favorite songs
my heart is still beating
i guess i’m alive
but how is that possible
when i’m dying inside
the grass is still greener
the world is still wide
i’ve simply lost interest
since we said goodbye