Inhale

I inhaled the light Of a thousand suns To become what I'm Predestined to be. Now I gaze at the blackened skyline Shrouding my longing for freedom While I stand in awe of the void Cemented by so called free men. A foot in my own grave. My head held high. I'll try to break these chains – This is my goodbye. Grey structures, both shelter And the poison in my veins. Will we disrupt this culture? They say seasons change. They say seasons change.