The question is, "do I dare?"
Too late. I don't.
I do not believe in dreams anymore. Somewhere along the way, I have cast them as pointless.
Yet a part of me cries, who am i save for my dreams? What are these disenchanted voices in my head that sings different songs? Am I not one?
My soul knows I have wavered. I have lost.my.way. And i do not WANT to go back. Because i know to go back is to grasp my dream. It is to strain for my dream. Starve and suffer and die along a road that i do not know i am able to complete.
Have i the strength? Is this where my youth feels it has failed? Because i am not able to walk this road. I am not able to strive and scream for pure passion. My sword has dulled in its edge.
I am not who I was and I am afraid, the coward that I am.
God help me. God help me. God, help me.
Help me feel because this numbness cripples me. It is so complacent i feel no need for growth.
Please save me before i have nothing but a heart of stone.