Sometimes I reach into the sky and find nothing
And the rain simply pours down on me, another form of vacancy
The path I walk is unmarked, incomplete
Or you could say thereās no path leading me at all
āBut I see you!ā says someone who doesnāt know me
āBut I love you!ā says another whoās seen through me
Yes, I am desperate for love
And no, Iām sure I enjoy performing!
(Go monitor your own damn lives!)
I crave to have perfect pitch
To know the sound of each key
To be like the octaves Oktavia feels at heart
Sheās been a role model to me
I donāt need you telling me it isnāt a practical career
I know, all too well, that being famous and successfulā¦
Well, letās say I know the music I make wonāt land on everyoneās ear
I mean, it only makes sense!
Look at this, look at that
Look at each and every stat
Simply put, my chances are slim
People all around me say āWow, you must be smart!ā
Well if you really thought so, what would do?
Would that change how you approached me from the start?
Is it because of resentment and jealousy?
Or is it simply a form of stupidity and self-sabotage?
Is it because of embarrassment and self-centeredness
Or is it simply a form of apathy, the lack of empathy
Do achievements only get noticed if it reaffirms themselves?
Are accomplishments only worthy if you can pull others into your spells?
No! Let me finish already!
I donāt care what you think
It isnāt your business to decide for me!
I donāt care what you believe
You can say what you want, you donāt want me free!
You think your words are sacred, like Adam and Eve
Before that story in the Bible where they ate from āthat Treeā
But I have the knowledge of good and evil
And apparently to you this seems trivial
I am not your child anymore
I wonāt be controlled, or pinned to your floor
I will not be contained, as the days that remain, all continue in pain, all slowly tick down, and the ātalksā will flare up
You might get upset, up here though?
Iāll scowl at you forever
Iāll make you scarred once I finally sever the tethers and leave you behind
Youāll be tattered and scattered, and Iāll be rather pleased to have you bettered
Iāll make you wish you were a dirt poor debtor
Your reputation will plummet to ash, and youāll be swept away like trash
Youāll realize your trapped
Sometimes youāll reach into the sky and grasp a void
And the rain will simply drown you, the you who is nothing
Your path will be marked, āYour days are numberedā
Or you could say thereās no path to walk at all
Nothing left until you hear deathās toll