A Stagnant Pace (Down a Grounded Road)

[pullatmyinsides]

Simply ironic,
I always wanted to fly away,
but once I got my wings, they collapsed as I was in mid air
The feathers dismantling and descending to the ground
and with a thud I crashed in front of your feet,
instead of into your arms
And now I am compelled to use my legs for walking
(away from you)
We part with the passing of differences
and everyone moves at such a fast pace now,
their outlines barely a blur
I'm still stuck at normal speed; my one and only malfunction
I still continue walking though, and I come to a fork in the road
I went left while everyone before me went right
but how was I to know?

Still, I don't know which way I should travel,
where I need to go
You whisper, 'Love, no one's going to miss you.'
and I compliment you on your such droll behavior
I'm going on alone again,
searching profusely for one last phrase from you

And I finally realized the sensation
of what it feels like to be the last match in a mathchbox
So cold,
waiting for your chance to be striked and burned
As cold as ice, I'll never unfreeze
But if I had my wings I could fly away to an island
with a tropical climate and sweat away all my guilt