for Who am I
to pledge and walk alongside
for Who am I
to decide the interactions between the sandcorns
I am simply someone reciting the definition of Insanity
I await in my room just to observe it\'s decay and replacement
from paperplanes to paper of grades
Who am I
To judge the hour glass for how I have spent my limited time
I can only point one finger towards the reflection of the mirror glass.
I am an construct of my own mind
my own thoughts
I am
the best today
but yet this feeling of content leads to ashes
nothing but circuits frying
nothing but a self-deconstruction.
I am the last sandcorn
having the choice to be illusional and stay above every other corn
or
accept the fallen faith and reconsider my space
I am my own enemy
I am my own laziness
I am my own letter of reflection
How can someone strive with no Goal?
if this hard work that never betrays me isn\'t my Goal,
then what is my destination?
Doubt of overcoming
Self-awarness of the decay
The constant reminders of rose thorns
or
The knowledge of someone being there
The hope and belief of a better day
The Trust in the individual
Did I ever tell you the definition of Insanity?
for Who am I
To hope for a change
when I only wait alongside this growing rose of thorns
A rose that will never outgrow or overcome
this
Hour glass