Self Discovery

Is this life?
I call it ordinary.
I want extraordinary.
Make me real.

Is it something?
Anything but...
Cut me open.
Let me feel.

No more shades.
No more angles.
No more curves.
Or layers peeled.

I want raw.
I want excited.
I want deep.
I need surreal.

Deep breaths.
Like no one's watching.
Just yourself.
It's you and me.
But I'm not someone.
I am nothing.
And inside are only screams.

Screams for life.
Screams for yearning.
Screams for freedom.
Screams for air.

Here and now,
is suffocation.
I know it's beautiful,
but I don't care.

Take it in.
Go on take all of it.
Take the circles,
take the lines.
Make the world,
it's only lifetime.
Make it yours,
I'll make it mine.

For what I want...
and I am selfish.
What I need,
and I am blind.

Is to run,
and keep on going.
And never ever look behind.

For here and now,
in this existence,
despite it's beauty,
despite it's time.
I am lost,
and I am lonely.
I can't ever be this kind.

I need lust.
I need hurried.
I need crazy.
I need drive.
I can't be in ordinary...
or I will just loose my mind.

It's not your fault.
It's always mine.
In any life,
In any time.

For I'm a runner.
I am selfish.
It's not your fault.
It's always mine.