Brighten - Forecast

By someone else, distant and unaware

I know what goes around

In the sea where I drown

Me and only myself

My head is the pen

And my skin is the paper

Writing with my actions

As ink on a blank white page

To be aware and to realize

I’m not filling my years up inside a cage

I am the writer who writes a future much brighter

I am the utopian

Truth is buried and far

We are all wasting our beautiful youth

Missing out the brightness hidden inside of us

How could we ever expect to realize ourselves?

The pain has left nothing but steam

That covers my eyes up

Keeping me from seeing the truth

Deaf and blind

I hold myself tight to my inspiration

That guides me through the ruins of my conscience

Despising myself because I sing of disgrace

To not get lost

I’ll follow you, as a moth follows the light

I’ll get burnt