Paths

Sometimes theres more than the eye meets

A wisper of who i could be is what makes me fight
to be who i want to be, searching through mixed memories
and broken dreams i try to understand why ...
I search through faint memories and lost desires
in a time back when dreaming was everything.
Free from the eternal fire of pain, since i have
far escaped your hell, i believe i can fight to
free my heart from its lock, find the light
i see faintly in my dreams.
I want to wake and release that light from my
fantasys and demonstrate that i am human and alive.
Demonstrate that i can change, when those who
wouldnt only lost their way farther into the paths
life presents us.