Burning thoughts and frigid pain
collide within my troubled brain
as their chaos envelopes me in steam
i strain to think of empty dreams
why is it i must play this role?
what is the purpose behind the plot?
why must i speak these words?
why must i stand in the lighted spot?
all the others neglect to say
there is in fact another way
blaze the trail not often followed
and strive to live another day
you make your own fate
the could never communicate
with the choices you are forced to face
they will never understand
the best things are never planned
spontaneity leaves no real trace
