Inhale

I inhaled the light
Of a thousand suns
To become what I'm
Predestined to be.

Now I gaze at the blackened skyline
Shrouding my longing for freedom
While I stand in awe of the void
Cemented by so called free men.

A foot in my own grave.
My head held high.
I'll try to break these chains –
This is my goodbye.

Grey structures, both shelter
And the poison in my veins.
Will we disrupt this culture?
They say seasons change.

They say seasons change.