Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort

undone

the paranoia always strikes

in the middle of daylight

i'm always sprinting out of time

nothing ever feels "just right"

will i ever conquer everything?

or will i always make more to do?

what's my reason for being?

and why am i still stuck on you?

i search the cars and the crowds

my heart still bleeds even now

silence never felt so loud

so i scream so i can hear a sound

i count the days, gone and left

my world has turned upside down

this one is hanging by a thread

soon i've got to flee this town

there's still so more i've left undone

it's been a run, but here we are

i chase after the rising sun

because after all, it's still a star