Into the cruel world, i strive to fit,
O, joy are the days i can sit and think.
i wonder how time shall respond to this,
my dying request in the air slowly sinks.
O, but this life, how shallow it seems,
the only real truth comes out in my dreams.
the depths of my soul are ringing a bell,
the sound like an ocean, alone in a shell.
tomorrow they say, will dawn cold, and gray,
the truly unpleasant of all of my days.
i think i shall depart before thine ownself,
lest i go crazy; become someone else.
but perhaps i shall stay, to look out upon,
the solemnity of one more dawn.
not failing, alas, to find true meaning,
feast upon sunset, gold in its gleaming.
O, but when my mind picks it's path,
i shan't feel the shame of thine own wrath.
i shall pick, where last i left,
and follow the sun, of which i am possessed.
