Monday Morning the mind wanders thoughts, knee high in shit surrounded by the healthy and young it is here i sit high above the clouds stinging in my arm returns me to the ground the puncture in my vein oh, the lovely tragical gains a man on the rise seeking nothing but surprise or a child with a death wish warnings to heed the same i choose to dismiss never forget the things ive traded for a life of solitude heavily faded out the window I catch a glimpse of innocence disguised in the grey I long for the past regardless of the false bravados i hide beneath everyday hollow happiness in the simplest things a moment of lust, lovely sunrise innocence in my peers eyes the dark depression in my soul escapes in my gaze leaking, loathing, and sold i see the child of myself plated in gold now dingy steel tarnished and cold.
Was that figurative or did you actually see something innocent outside your window? Nice ending. I could relate to a lot of it, which makes it all the better.
