I Let Go of Myself
It's not like I had control in the first place.
We never really had control of anything
We were given the illusion that we had the control we were yearning
So I let go of myself
And watched as the world continued turning
I realized that I didn’t matter
That all I was was a speck of nothingness in a uncaring universe
Raging on without knowledge of where it traversed
I learned that the key to happiness didn’t exist
That the world had a great deal of flying fists
And nothing had any reason to it
So I let go of myself
And watched as the violence continued to persist
Who am I to stand in the way of a crowd who doesn’t care if I’m trampled?
Who am I to try to change the world?
Engulfed in idealism I couldn’t let go of myself
But still watched as everything unfurled
It isn’t fair
But it doesn’t care
The beast was unfeeling and fed to the point that we worshiped it’s anger filled eyes
Everyone dies
But you shouldn’t want to
But I can’t change the world
So into a ball, I curled
And I let go of myself
About the Creator
Broken Walls
I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
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