There was a time when I thought
that I could handle this life.
That it would be easy
to be free, and to feel real.

I had great expectations
that I could be more than this
To truly be alive and
to shine before your eyes.

Instead I am everything less
an unwritten tale or a blanc page.
With a soul far from complete
just hanging on to lifes beat.

But now those beats are fading
its getting tough to find the way
And still somehow I get through
reaching the rise of a new day.

This is when you realize.