cause here i am
pale and bare
waiting on the world
while the world waits for change.
and each gesture i make toward the stars
has no return.
and it seems my eyes
have no reason to burn.
and it's not a question
of love and devotion;
i'm going through
most of the motions, i just
feel like it's more
than just smiles
and felt-tipped pins.
i want to see heaven
through more than a cloudy camera lens.
am i making sense
or making a scene?
am i speaking in signs too small for the greater scheme?
or am i hunting for the dream within the dream?
i'll never reach, but that's my own mistake;
for every grain of hope
you give, i'll take and
for every anthem i hold dear,
i'll have a heavier heart to break.