If I came running into your open arms, would it be all you dreamed of?
Would your long lived feeling of languish become a distant memory.
Retire into yourself happy with how you can be saved from your own plan.
My heart is here. And it is within myself I can be lost.
Truly know where to find the places I seek.
This my result. My own.
Did you mean for me to become a child of your own dreams?
A living picture with a hang tag for an identity.
But even in this solace, a cold film of truth is hidden.
And you hide it well.
Yet you look away, in a foolish attempt to live your life.
Always with a dark cloud of reality pushed to the brink of sight and thought.
My home, I no longer hold what you aspire.
I'm emancipated from the very thing you think is your saviour.
I seek to which you seek, although is two very different destinations.
It is only now, in this haltered moment I realise that I am the same as you.
In this knowledge I must go on.
Happiness is only ever truly alive when shared.