~ Something Drastic Must be Done ~

~ Something Drastic Must be Done ~

Tired of not blooming anymore
Tired of being over the best part
Looking at those sullen eyes
Those shrugged shoulders
Feeling that emptiness within
As the sunlight doesn’t reach the important spaces.

Tired of being on the wrong path
And knowing I took a wrong turn somewhere
Yet not doing anything about it.

Tired of speaking words I don’t mean
And sleepwalking down these streets
Being a productive member of society
While my soul lies in some deep sleep.

I want to grab it and awaken it
And run out the front door with wild eyes
And feel these words come more easily.

I want to go back to a place in time
When writing came before working
And I didn’t care so much about money
Or that stupid fear of the future.

I want to break free from this post-youth winter
That has frozen my spirit.

I really want to do it
But the frost grows thicker
And as the days continue to drift by passively
As I stare into the vacant eyes of strangers
And that silent sadness begins to take over
I realise that something must be done.

I realise that something drastic,
Must be done.