You strive for things which are easily acquired But you struggle to even live. You run from everything That can bring you what you want And in a vain attempt at breathing, You choke on your words. You can paint the sun all you want, It'll never shine as mine does. It will never hold up the sky And bounce off the ocean. Yours will turn to brown And burn your world out Into the empty shadows That lurk behind your every step. Those shadows which have overcome your soul. And in your fake world of vain fulfillment, Are the only things you can control.