Insipation for this came from looking at random strangers (like a creep)
I mean, you see hundreds of people every day and they see you as a background walker, with no past or purpose, or destination
Just a passer by, as you are in every situation of your life, and even life itself
Every situation that you just have to leave behind and carry on, no matter how important it was to you
A blurry background, and everyone is going somewhere
No wondering about the stroll, not questioning, not talking
Looking in the distant place, to where their heart they're carrying
And with their silent hearts in hands their fate they are approving
Or so you tempt to accept when looking out
Outside from your own field of view you see a hardship drought
How can you adapt and leave your shadow standing?
How do your feet detach from it, how can your mind withstand it?
How can you move so fast, your past denied, you cast a shadow from new light and leave what you once wanted?
How do you change, how do you disregard your crave, how don't you dig your mind a grave with every wish you granted?
It's hard to want, it's hard to feel deprived of your desire
But even harder is to have, to know what it is like to live the life that you inspire, to tie around your chest this fact; to lose you will require
But even harder, far more stiff
It's poisonous to fight and gain, to disregard all of the pain, but have your lure get distant
A lure of smile, a prey of warmth
A lure of everything you ever kept a secret
A chest of memories that haven't yet existed
So clearly though you've pictured it, and never will admit it
You'll never say you spend your nights planning, moments you picture
Portraits of words, never be spoken
Surreal your worlds, you played in roles with masks that you have broken
And walls are built in front of you, all of your thoughts rejected
Forced to stay back, burn every map, black is your mind, infected
Every link to your getaways violently disconnected
How do you walk with hearts of rock when cruelty has crashed you?
How to move on, have your past gone, when memories will rust you?
A mortal soul, rusted from the lack of deprivation
We don't realize how lucky we are to breath until we fall inside a cold chamber of suffocation
We want to move again, get out of here and just keep going but you see.. Acting like you walk on an endless path is degrading it's beauty
And you never realize it untill you look back at it
Look back.. and you hate looking back
Because you see you flaws that led you here, the end of your stroll
You're wondering how wandering would have been, where you less arrogant towards your journey
Your heart of silence still in your hands
Stop looking on a map and get yourself lost
Find yourself a dead-end just to laugh and climb over it
It's hard to carry on on your journey
But that's what living means
A stationary life is a continuous delay of death
But death is the biggest gift you got in your life
Death is a gift of purpose, a motivation to move forward and not stay in your starting line
Death is the rules you put on a game to make it a game
Cause life without death is just a toy in your hands; you don't really know how to play and you'd get pretty bored after a bit
That's when your limit puts a purpose, makes it a game, and a fascinating one as well
And exploit the gifts you were given
Don't be scared of the finish line, be honored to have it as a purpose in your race against the worst parts of you
Keep on playing, and be sure to win on the scoring board of memories