Wings

Give me wings so I may fly
But fly away to where?
Here is empty
There–nothing

Too tired to remember to care
Tied to my own frustration
A heart still drying from glue
Tomorrow is nothing
The future–a hole
A mind still fighting the blues
I wake alone
I sleep the same
I’ll watch the moon un-held
Give me wings and I will fly
Right into a brick wall
Life–like a fly in water
I swim without reason
Tomorrow’s coming
Without my wings
What to do?
Where to?

By cAgEdAnGeL

"It is easier to stab someone in the back than look them in the eye...society is built upon this principle and is universal amongst those who rule" --Freidrich Nieztche