Revelation

It's all but moments We’re both in the wrong state of mind Things are said and done, and I've nothing to hide behind I've opened a wound and darkness gushes from the gash, I called it writing And pretend it’s worth more than ash Afraid of what was, what never will be, Budding existential crisis in me How could I begin to touch what others only dream of? When will I ever believe that I even deserve love? I've come to believe That I’ve a talent for despair, The lost have no home Yet they are all I can ensnare The great play written For the absentee audience, I bathe in silence For which I never had defense Afraid of what was, what never will be, Budding existential crisis in me How could I begin to touch what others only dream of? When will I ever believe that I even deserve love? This idiot’s notes Feel written by another man I once dreamed to fly But there’re limits to my wingspan When do I admit What I thought special isn’t there Finally I see I am the prey caught in this snare Afraid of what was, what never will be, Budding existential crisis in me How could I begin to touch what others only dream of? When will I ever believe that I even deserve love?