who cares.
there is:
no more pixie dust
no more magic
no more twinkle. in his eyes.
no more happiness.
there is:
nothing. to look forward to.
he's done.
and now wonders. how long he can go on.
he's trapped.
there's no more reason to soar, there's no more reason to fly
he wanted to come here all his life, and now that he is finally here, he wonders if this is what he wants.
but he's sacrificed too much to come here. he's taken too long a time.
he can't turn back, yet he can't move forward.
he's trapped.
indeed, this may be worse than the back-to-square-one curse of the third.
the curse of the fifth, yet - its the only thing that keeps him breathing now.
he's lost his wings.
his slouch gives him confort
his mouth is straight
he stares ahead
his eyes taut and hollow
his being feels shallow
he tries to smile
he wonders if they can tell
even if they can, who cares.
who cares.
no more pixie dust
no more magic
no more twinkle. in his eyes.
no more happiness.
there is:
nothing. to look forward to.
he's done.
and now wonders. how long he can go on.
he's trapped.
there's no more reason to soar, there's no more reason to fly
he wanted to come here all his life, and now that he is finally here, he wonders if this is what he wants.
but he's sacrificed too much to come here. he's taken too long a time.
he can't turn back, yet he can't move forward.
he's trapped.
indeed, this may be worse than the back-to-square-one curse of the third.
the curse of the fifth, yet - its the only thing that keeps him breathing now.
he's lost his wings.
his slouch gives him confort
his mouth is straight
he stares ahead
his eyes taut and hollow
his being feels shallow
he tries to smile
he wonders if they can tell
even if they can, who cares.
who cares.