There was a time…

There was a time when once I
Ruled the thoughts that controlled my
Sinuous ways. The road went on for days,
But things are the same, they’re on and off like a switchblade.
And to describe to you the way that it feels,
To be spun around life like a motor on wheels;
To view the world like you’re locked behind the door;
To see your dreams made of glass slowly fall to the floor;
To see yourself as a distruction only waiting to tear
every heart and every soul like its nothing but air.
But now my hungry heart is too lonely to believe,
That nothing could never get better than what I’ve already achieved.

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