Silly me

From the dark recesses of my mind,
Crept a flicker of light,
How could I be so naive to think this would end the blight
Perhaps it's a lighted match,
That'll be blown off soon
Perhaps it's just a spark
Ray of hope? A boon?

Silly me, I thought these were changing times
Silly me, I thought the fallen me would rise,
Silly me, I let myself think beyond hope
Silly me, I almost smiled, too much here to cope.

Things going wrong, doesn't let me catch my breath
On a song, the beat's on filled with regret
I've been through the wringer,
Matters little, the pain's the same
The grind excruciating, the efforts, vain.

Silly me, I thought this was to end
Silly me, too many broken pieces to mend
Silly me, claustrophobic once, dreams of coffin
Silly me, Every couple of breath needs morphine

Blood sweat tears, time, health, not enough
There's probably more need, this road too rough
Through the tourniquet I bleed,
Threatening to bite the dust,
But on I go, 'cause for more I lust

Silly me, this road seemed glistening
Of gold, silly me, I wasn't listening, back then when I was told,
Silly me, the blood drained, tears dried up now what
They still seem to think more to offer I've got

Pointless, no direction, waiting for a cue,
The silly me, wants out, silliness posing the truth,
The blame's gone, no pointing fingers alone,
Silly me wants this king dethroned,

It doesn't matter What I say, really, do you believe me?
Or will you wave me off
Cos it's just me, the silly me?

Lost...

Lost in never ending abyss
Leaves me groping for hope
Cost of wishing the end,
May leave me battling more.

Being able to want and wanting to be able,
The things never heard of, but lost in the label,
Misreadings and vagueness pave way for more disguise,
Unfathomable clues, arduous fake paradise.

Better off on earth, than the strenuous path to pointlessness,
Questioning the worth, to leave the dreams I once had, but then
Lost is the time and the spirit divine,
Fading away to black, who knows what's destined

But toil we must, bear the mild yoke they say,
The atlas can't lend the earth to anyone any day,
But what if the blood spilt is gone to waste,
What if the pain doesn't subside when they take,

My life, now that's all I have to do,
and undo to make it in time left for doom

Wading through the muck, grinding in the grief,
The day itself so long
But the years they call it brief

The fog covers my path,
My eyes blinded by fear
The numbness a quiet relief
Left are no more tears

So where do we go from here?
Is the fog even meant to clear?
What was it that was supposed to be, and the things that were dear?

Questions unanswered hope nowhere near,
Somehow there's still courage left to tread deeper from here

This too shall pass they always say,
Pass when I ask, arise.
Perhaps, burning is the only way out, I surmise.