The Starry Skies

Enlighten me to the path I've walked along for years Find me charting out a course about which I know very little Emboldened by a flame that went out and never returned Surviving a warpath on which missed me many a missile I walk alone, sometimes accompanied By shades from my past I walk among the ruins of my own harmonies Observing the dried leaves of my pastures once green No music to cull the noise No noise, cause there are no herds I walk along among it The loudest silence I've never heard Find me if you can, I cannot find myself I know not myself I know not who to become I'm so damn burnt out from the time spent I will one day become something great Or so I often whisper about my own end And to what end do I toil and strive Malleable of spirit, frozen in time Friends all moved and evolved They're greater version of whom they once were Yet I'm mostly the same Everchanging and malleable, often shapeshifting Yet still the same Many carry my name None carry it like...

I lie awake at night Deep within the hours in which I should slumber My health is a mess, my phone alight Inflicted with a dark, deep desire and wonder A wonder about the world an its machinations A desire to become more than the values I hold dear A wonder as to whether I could ever surpass my limitations A desire to conquer all my fears But I am but a man A man standing within the toil of his own turmoil A man trying to become more than the metal within his inner coils I'm barely human, machine I've always believed myself to be Consciousness received within the depths of my inner DNA code Some nights I drift aimlessly There's a ghost in the machine Some other nights, I'm oh so human All the sins of my people, personified I eat, oh so full of gluttony Unbreakable is my pride But the worst of them all for me Is my jealousy and envy I am an artist, at least I believe Or try to be Or attempt to work on my craft enough to become one But you see, I envy other artists Not po...