If I turn away from you
convince myself to dream anew
If I escape from your hold
adopt new light to see as true
Will it make me full?
Will it surrender or repeat?
It's hard to change you
ambition of young age
Are you a empowering promise or regrettable ideal?
Who can tell and who can predict?
Years have passed
Full life, complete emotions
But I'm still there... small
When does it end?
When will it change?
I'm still there... helpless
Mind games reassuring but sparingly discouraging
Pressing me down only to lift me up...
it's exhausting!
When will you set me free?
It's been a long time since I was last there
up high, the city a miniature inviting to dive into
reality just dust the wind blows away
Where did it all go?
Did I dream that place up?
One step before the stage
great allurement, ambition's confirmation
but I turn on me
It's the actuality of awareness
Self destructive impulse or innate fear?
Just as I once again quail
It comes shattering back up
I will stand my ground!
I look straight and never admit
I watch the silently disapproving faces
And then I know...
the alternative is devastating, I must withstand
Then again, am I weak to escape or strong enough to endure?
Will this ambivalence ever stop?
convince myself to dream anew
If I escape from your hold
adopt new light to see as true
Will it make me full?
Will it surrender or repeat?
It's hard to change you
ambition of young age
Are you a empowering promise or regrettable ideal?
Who can tell and who can predict?
Years have passed
Full life, complete emotions
But I'm still there... small
When does it end?
When will it change?
I'm still there... helpless
Mind games reassuring but sparingly discouraging
Pressing me down only to lift me up...
it's exhausting!
When will you set me free?
It's been a long time since I was last there
up high, the city a miniature inviting to dive into
reality just dust the wind blows away
Where did it all go?
Did I dream that place up?
One step before the stage
great allurement, ambition's confirmation
but I turn on me
It's the actuality of awareness
Self destructive impulse or innate fear?
Just as I once again quail
It comes shattering back up
I will stand my ground!
I look straight and never admit
I watch the silently disapproving faces
And then I know...
the alternative is devastating, I must withstand
Then again, am I weak to escape or strong enough to endure?
Will this ambivalence ever stop?