till our dreams turn to dust
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when we walk down the hallways of the school, the classes beside us,the bodies pushing through, our thoughts flooding this ocean of hormones; only to end up drowning in the sea of life. people don't see it, that we're all just broken beings, stuttering through life like our words, like our thoughts. and with every smile, and every hand shake, every interaction, we try to calm ourselves, to prove to ourselves tat we're floating, we're alive.
when we get in our cars, how we wish we could just drive away. if only life were that easy. to just get on the bike, no helmet, no rules, and feel the wind gushing through our hair. we need to feel alive. we need to be inspired to live. but all we do is gett on the bus, while our cars gather rust, till our dreams turn to dust.
we're afraid to love. we're afraid to fly. we're just lonely beings afraid of being lonely, not knowing how empty our lives are. its what we're taught to be. its what we see. its what we learn, and its what we end up becoming; that empty bottle that just got carried away, with no love letter in it. because we hate it all. we hate it because we cant have it, yet we do nothing to get it.
we just float. we just float....
aimlessly
hollowed out of ourselves
till we become dust and settle in with the sand.
when we walk down the hallways of the school, the classes beside us,the bodies pushing through, our thoughts flooding this ocean of hormones; only to end up drowning in the sea of life. people don't see it, that we're all just broken beings, stuttering through life like our words, like our thoughts. and with every smile, and every hand shake, every interaction, we try to calm ourselves, to prove to ourselves tat we're floating, we're alive.
when we get in our cars, how we wish we could just drive away. if only life were that easy. to just get on the bike, no helmet, no rules, and feel the wind gushing through our hair. we need to feel alive. we need to be inspired to live. but all we do is gett on the bus, while our cars gather rust, till our dreams turn to dust.
we're afraid to love. we're afraid to fly. we're just lonely beings afraid of being lonely, not knowing how empty our lives are. its what we're taught to be. its what we see. its what we learn, and its what we end up becoming; that empty bottle that just got carried away, with no love letter in it. because we hate it all. we hate it because we cant have it, yet we do nothing to get it.
we just float. we just float....
aimlessly
hollowed out of ourselves
till we become dust and settle in with the sand.