why are you just waiting quietly?
dejected by anxiety
climbing from depths of abyss
leading others while wounded and blind
unable to touch, unable to kiss
unable to speak your mind
are there questions you want to ask?
are there thoughts that you enjoy?
are there people you wish to unmask?
you foolish little woeful boy
no chance to get to a higher class
struggling to stop living in the past
as bright moments of happiness pass
you can only hope none of them will be the last
but you're already used to that feel
you may as well end up waiting forever
what a fervor, what a zeal!
there is nothing that would break your endeavour