I remember the endless longing that called inside of me from fountains of expression trying to break free.
Nothing left to say when the walls give way.
Still I can faintly recall the subtle purity of youthful inspiration and insecurity.
Nothing left to say when the child finds his way.
Pride and the drive that started the dream turned in time to an endless obsession. Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion.
Desires bind the truth to secrecy but behind the aspirations I see a life devoted to blind ambition and a mortal man searching for eternity.
Behind the desires and the wall that gave way there's a forgotten cause consumed by the day.
Behind the ambitions of a child who found his way there's a cold realization that our deeds die with the day. And behind the disguise of a man with a cause there's a child screaming with nothing left to say.
Paralyzed by inhibitions and indecisions. What was once a release is now a prison.
