A Whole Lot of Nothing

A lost boy, too old to play with toys, trying to find his way down his road

Everyone around him pointing out the problems, but leaves him to find the solutions

Thoughts polluting his mind, falling behind, falling short of expectations

With no one to look to, and nothing to look forward at, he looked for a quick fix

Smart enough not to get high, but wanting to somehow fly

Wondering if he'll be remembered when he dies

Wandering down an endless road that takes him nowhere, he waited for a sign

To point him in the right direction, instead seeing his reflection, past afflictions scarring his mind

Too far ahead to look behind, getting so tired, he starts loosing hope

Wanting a bed to lay down in, to simply rest, mend and pretend that everything will be all right

Destroying his body from the inside out, trying to hide under the covers

Hearing everyone tell him to get off his lazy ass, and pass class, but it's so hard when you have no place to go

When you see that endless road ahead of you, and your mind says that it isn't worth the time

But you see no other way to figure it all out, the only thing you see is others footsteps left in the dirt

And feeling so hurt when you see that no one else is around, and you don't even have the strength to frown anymore

Having a feeling of being so down, with nothing to look forward to, and nothing to bring you back up

But, eventually, you find your way back to your feet, repeating to yourself that you'll walk down that road with stride

Your heart swells with pride, as you imagine your name in the sky, and see your loved ones waiting for you on the other side of the finish line

And having that feeling of euphoria disappear, as you see the one thing you fear most

Another road, waiting for you, at the end of another one, you realize it's a never ending fight

And you see everyone above you, envy coursing through your veins

But have the strength, to use the pain as fuel, and take the first step on your own

Or sit there, get an artificial, temporary high

Eventually, you'll see me at the top of those mountains

That's all I want, before the curtains close

To make sure that all those struggles weren't forgotten

And to make sure, that those after me, will never make the same mistakes

But even if they don't, I can die with that, as long as everything I know and love isn't fake, I'll make sure to fight

And stand at that road that I might never venture over

As long as I can admire those who do

I'm glad I had the privilege

Of having the urge to do so

Because some even don't have that