The evening wind brushed against my bare being,
The passion in my heart is burning but everything else is leaving.
The emotions I have are freezing and only desire is left seething,
I'm selfishly pushing everything away, for the sole thing I'm seeking.
I masquerade with my false smiling face,
I dance to the random beat of life, with barely to no grace.
I stumble and twist, like how a child wields a mace.
My steps have no aim, my feelings hidden inside them, can't find a trace.
My layers of defense ripple under the chaotic song,
I stay in place while others pass me by, saying "So long!".
I travel on stairs with no steps, cars with no wheels, ladder without throng.
I guess you were right, I'll always be wrong.
Entropy lives in my thoughts, while despair grips my soul,
I'm a train filled with passengers, but I can't just go with coal.
I need everything to complete myself, to modify my old role.
Everything about me needs to change, I need the warmth of living once more, to reach my distant goal.