Shadow of a Cheshire Cat
Just some thoughts, but I'm not as angry as it sounds.
Why, for my actions, do I have to pay?
How is this balanced, is it fair to me?
What in my own life have I come to be?
I stand in this world alone and annoyed.
I'm just a plaything, my life is a toy.
For whatever force is out there against me.
Whatever the reason I'm left resenting.
I'm angry, and sad, and left here to wonder,
Every damn day through my happiness hunger,
What will come to happen in time?
Am I still growing, or have I passed my prime?
Another lonely day will pass me by.
I walk in slow motion, with an unheard sigh.
I keep up the notion, and as my feet drag,
I look up to find myself at the crag.
The crag of my life, the whole of my being.
A single step forward and I am all-seeing.
Maybe one day you'll whisper, "Who's that?"
They'll say it's a Shadow of a Cheshire Cat.
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