Would it be wrong
to attempt painting the blank canvas
that's been sitting in my attic
for longer than I've had it?

To witness the sky paint itself
shades you've never seen;
blooming with thorns of yearning
as your gaze turns away?

Or to be drowned
by the soft reflection
of worldly glee,
as the moon begins to fall?

Oh, tell me --

Is it really wrong
to pour your heart out,
when you've never had anything
to pour at all?

Torn different ways,
A collage of vibrant dreams,
They tear at the seams,
I just cant have everything, only if it pays.

Just find me tonight,
Find me in the midst of blight,
Running into an untouchable light,
Then pull me back and crush my delight.

Just barely meeting average,
Im learning to max out my gage,
Just to feel I've escaped this cage,
Where the bars meet the sky,
The ceiling is there but still I vie,
If I don't break through will I die?

My eternal manager, will I die?
Oh ****, I just might die.

I caught my breath
chasing after another

I put my hand on my chest
to tame a raging heart

"Calm down ******"
I said

"But I'm falling"
it replied