Forced to endure enjoying the days
The atmosphere always feels in a haze
Weaving dreams without any grace
A dim light's glow touches my face

Days pass by in the shadows
The future is void of any tomorrows
When my steps halt in their flows
Instincts linger in lingering sorrows

Stories in one hue, overly plain
Wanderers unable to break the chain
Lamenting the direction of the plan
Meaning that's fleeting becomes so plain

Standing tall to rebel, to depart
Still firm, erasing my mark
Taking steps to reach the dark
Though mysteries still remain stark

How the earth is too still
Endless longing always instills
Bright aspirations never will
Hope my world again fulfills
© Akura Popo