Despite his efforts to get so far
He’s being told he’s trying to hard
Even though he sees his future so clearly
Its seems to him that he’s reaching it barely
If only he could fast forward to the future
Live his life in the distant future
Leave all the struggles that he should face
Put him in a more calm place
He tries to be who he wants to be
But he’s called fake so instead he acts artificially
When he works he’s a people person
When really he burns inside like the soul of an arson
He searches inside this world for an outlet
What he find is a way to make women wet
He hones this to almost no flaws
Enhancing his ways to beat down walls
Even though this seems to work
Inside of him his mind, body, and soul is still hurt
So his only resource is to cleanse his soul
Purify his heart from the demons it holds
So he weeps and cries out into the nite
Gazing at the moon that seems to soothe him right
His fascination with the moon grows
It fills him, contempt’s him so his tears flow
Now his tears seem to be in his control
These are the tears of a trying soul