Barren Wasteland of Lights
I need to get out of the virtual scene I want to rid my mind I want to see the world all green But I’m afraid I can’t unbind
I need to get out of the virtual scene
I want to rid my mind
I want to see the world all green
But I’m afraid I can’t unbind
I know the world laughs at me
They don’t ask where I stay
Eating their selfish meal letting me be
They don’t know what I play
They seem like they don’t want to know
Asking everything so surface-level
They don’t know what they know
Never like sheep but like horns of a bull
The world likes the way it talks
But still, it breathes a different life
It knows the way we walk
One that is void; under strife
The anger I try to conceal
Won’t help in the least
If only I can make a deal
Hoping I won’t turn into a beast
The anger I feel
Sometimes I hear it call
It seems too real
And sometimes I don’t hear it at all
Some days I like the feel
I like the thrill it brings
But most times I can’t heal
All the sounds of rings
I hear your small voice
But I don’t always want to hear
Give me the grace; I need a hoist
I want to see your face; you are near
Help me out of this static wasteland
The vise grip of lights has me in a hold
I can’t escape as everything seems so bland
Dying and winter comes with its brutal cold
I need to get out of this place
Hold on to what is true and good
But never will you find it in this cold space
Not on this frigid dark day you should
American writer