THE STORY OF ME

Hey you listen you need to rise up from bed
the sand is running and you are gonna be dead

The run is hard but were are puppet of time
with or without a choice we are pushed from five to nine

Turning away was easy but moving gets tough
quitting tempts as the waves of life are rough

Yet days are empty with lots of work
And evenings are long with fake people's smirk

The wet and marshy reduces my pace
as passion and career are differentiated in the money's race

My wings are freed but I could never touch the sky
cause the stitches are weak but yet i hope to fly

I wasn't pressured but neither i was relieved 
I wanted to stand so firm that i am never deceived

I barely would have a chance skip this flow
there are shades of me but only night could see them glow

It's dark but true that I am the rainbow you can't see
but the known is unknown and the time will drift an untold story of me!!!