Ropeburner
I've thrown myself away to hopes a way for dreams
To shape me I'll have no compromise
Have no feelings, cravings put aside for my idealistic foolishness
Complacency is yet unknown
In reach only disdain
The real face of truth
Achievement is my loss
Even if I will stand on my last leg
I can still endure it, but to what end?
If dreams no longer sustain what I am?
Must I be born anew and free from my pain?
The ropes woven resemble my frailty
Ill have to burn myself through them
Sever ties to all that was self
I need to cast away the dream
And this time faithfully renounce
The thoughts which sustained
The scaffold of this reality
Writer/s: Ropeburn
