Take over the sunset.
Twist the autumn rain
Unbind these thoughts from all these knots.
I see you out there.
So go hide better.
I may come chase you even when you’re gone.
In absence of daylight
I play to the moon.
Over the horizon nothing ever appears.
Introverted on the outside,
it never makes sense.
Add in some laughs and a couple of beers.
There’s a fire lit somewhere
and it’s out of control.
Voices of reason beg mercy on me.
Dragons and nightmares
have lost my fascination.
I’ve moved on to what one really needs.
Obscure is the purpose.
Does anyone really know?
Are you old enough to be convinced you might know?
Such questions still worthless,
with answers so vague.
I’ll just put it off because its so hard to think.
Why are you breathing and why am I not?
Why has the purpose not felt fulfilled?
Does this mean that I have given up?
Who cares, its your torch now…..
Now go be better than me.
Err Teenager 