How much did it hurt when your heart was battling fights alone?
How sad did it feel walking this journey to heal?
How does this young heart of yours put up with such
an unmatched aging soul?
What is it about the clouds?
That gives you reasons to feel less mad?
Was it yours if you couldn't have it?
Or even real if it no longer exists?
Perhaps, you were just stuck in a reality
that didn't do your mind justice,
jailed in scenarios plotted,
and characters flooded with eyes full of passion
and hearts turning down what's left of the human compassion...
