Testo Change (Or Lack Thereof) After The Fashion
Lost in thoughts of the futureThe present slips away
Hesitation takes its toll
On a mind cast in shades of grey
I'm watching myself grow
Grow into other peoples shadows
Fulfill the preconceptions
And walk down well travelled roads
I want originality
To forge a new direction
Questions of identity
Give rise to painful thoughts
Of the nature of uniqueness
And the existence of a destiny
As I write these words
My hole grows ever deeper
More knowledge has been missed
And I can feel myself starting to slip
