So you think you want to be wild But you’ve never left the city gates Living within such structure Organizing a lush, manicured fate
Pushing forth the semblance of influence Yet, outwardly needing to create a scene Dreaming of an adventurous existence & what breaking free could possibly mean
I search for hope in the early morning
Trying to find truth before first light
Without the influence of assholes
Perpetually kept themselves in the right
This absurdity of life
Fallen into realms beyond our thought
But still we shine on for the future
This isn’t who we are; let us believe not
We can change the status of time
& act not out of debilitating fear
That we might find a way to be better
Cast out hate & return to being sincere
“Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.”
― Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot