dead ends
i don't remember awaking
or falling apart when i looked up from the floor
as far as i know i've been moving
at a continuous pace so far
i don't mean to sound condescending
or question the goodwill slapped across my face
my heart isn't made out of granite and it easily breaks
but a beat always remains
cause when the sky clears up
at the end of the day
laying out every dead end
i know i'll never lose my way
like a feeling that stuck
from a dream i forgot
i can't seem to shake it off
i know you've always called my name
i've had a shot at complying
but it takes me a while to find my place
and sometimes i wonder
if i should be trying at all in this light
it just doesn't seem gratifying
fighting off shadows armed to the teeth
i can't always make out the rules
but i'm picking up hints of the marvel that lies underneath