The words are my escape from you
It is a song for the freedom I seek
The last call before the bar closes
The last glance before we depart
These thoughts are my anger at you
For the betrayal and the hurt
The antithesis
Of my values, principles and definitions
Now the days and nights are the same
I work hard not because I think I am somebody
It is because I want to be somebody
To run the hamster wheel till I break the machine
Till my heart is a galloping horse running free in the fields
Till every ounce of my being is reduced and turns to dust
Till everyone thinks I have reached my breaking point but it is not enough
You don’t understand the makings of tough
It is iron, it is coal, it is a liar, it is whole
It is the funeral pyre and the burial ground
It is the lone standing stallion, the king of underground
It is the detached yet attached monk
It is the preacher that hates preachers
It is the teacher that hates teaching
It is the leader that hates leading
The one that refuses to follow but has followers
Treading on the high tides and heavy waters
It is I that refuses to falter
Do you see how i do not care?
If you have gone once, there is no coming back here.
The door is closed
The hallowed grounds
Leave, depart without a sound.
the song continues
the words are spoken
the story is written
a comma; not a full stop.
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