Why do we fall?
If its not worth it all,
We verbally speak,
Yet words we seek,
we visually see,
yet love we never free.
I'm inside this frame,
surrounded by tears of fame.
Never could reach the sky,
thats why I'd cry,
How hard to be me?
complete will I never be.
Living in a world of tyranny,
In search of an enemy.
I feel like I'm tall,
seen by all,
My only wish is to crawl.
How does it feel?
Longing to be real,
not knowing I can feel,
Living when I'm not ill,
Inevitably I'm still
Is my destiny fulfilled?
My life fully revealed?
My loyalty concealed?
Why do we fall?