simidaqxeen

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Why do I feel like I am a square in world of circles?

But when everyone is suddenly a square, I think,

Does anyone fit in at all?

Why does it feel like everyone knows what you are thinking?

But when no one works like me, I think,

Does anyone ever think at all?

Why do things never work the way they're supposed to?

But when they do work, I think,

Does the work mean anything at all?

Why do we use words to separate?

Because when our blood runs the same colour, I think,

Does a label really matter at all?

This ship that lives inside me,

Is not one I can steer.

Unlike the car I trust in,

The ship refuses to go my way.

The car is my comfort,

the ship is my fear.

Seemingly stable,

but so willing to sink.

When I open the windows,

All the water flows through.

Why does feel like I'm living a cruise,

When everyone else is on a roller coaster.

I want to know where the ship is going,

But this ship that lives inside me,

Is not one I steer.

The world is on my shoulders,

It weighs oh so heavily on my back.

When I look above, people who can fall,

When I look down, nothing at all.

Is it too much too ask,

To have someone to lean on,

And to catch me,

If I lean too far.

The hands wanted to take him,

He did not want to go.

They wanted to take him down under,

He did not want to go.

Thanatos had come for him,

He did not want to go.

There was one he would leave,

He did not want to go.

The hands over his mouth, no air in his lungs,

He did not want to go.

A future never to be seen,

He did not want to go.

A life of joy in the sorrow,

He did not want to go.

But they pulled and pulled,

He did not want to go.

He was sorry, Achilles,

He did not want to go.

Just something I thought of while listening to 'Achilles Come Down' by Gang of Youth. Hope you like it.