No Clear Direction

We're all just slaves to our society, but still we dream.

Hidden

In an

Empty shell of

Frozen memories.

Cryptic

In a 

Swirling Vortex

Of words and melodies.

But maybe,

I'll break free

And fly somewhere

Above a foaming sea

And I'll wave,

In greeting

At the wild mustangs

With empty feelings.

Always. Moving. Forward.

They tell me i'm not fit to fly

They all laugh, I sit and cry

And here I'm standing all alone

Lost in a wonderland all my own.

Hidden

In an

Empty shell of

Frozen memories.

Cryptic

In a 

Swirling Vortex

Of words and melodies.

But maybe,

I'll break free

And fly somewhere

Above a foaming sea

And I'll wave,

In greeting

At the wild mustangs

With empty feelings.

Where did I go wrong?

I've lost my faith

In the world around me

Stuck in yesterday.

When will I know, I belong?

Where will I go, and know I'm the right one?

Falling

In a 

Churning pit

Inside life's whirlpool.

Soaring

In an 

Optic Illusion

Outside my minds capacity.

But hey

Maybe someday

I'll gain some insane sanity

Inside of this twisted reality

And I'll smile

And wink and wave and say

Today is someday.