It's like my chest has hit a wall,
Having waited for so long,
And shocked that it finally come.
It's like my breath can't leave my lungs,
Caught within my heart,
Collapsing from the inside.
It's like I'm on the verge of a fall,
Without having done something wrong,
My life wavering on a drum.
It's like all our voices sit on our tongues,
With never a word to start,
To shed our feelings from their hide.
It's like our lives all hang,
Form rows of our work and dedication,
Left prey to the winds.
It's what our whole beings have sang,
Within our minds of meditation,
On the pathways we shall soon send,
Back our final goodbyes,
Suppressing our cries,
With our smile-covered lies,
Until our bodies break and we die.
"This is good," we'll say forever,
"It's for the best," we'll say whenever,
Our goodbyes are shrouded with doubt.