A poem, or maybe lyrics (i'm not good at poetry, so i'm not expecting it to be good) about something.
Might be finished, might not, i don't really know...
Have you ever been the middle man
The glue that holds in place
The fractures of all those around:
To stop a fall from grace.
And all your friends, they think it's fine:
That you can just keep fighting on
Their sticks and stones won't break your bones
You'll just keep going 'til the dawn
But you can't
Cope with it
You sometimes wish you could
Just take a rest from all the shit
And run off to the woods
For seven days,
Or maybe more
In exile from your life
The tumult and the stress it brings
Just adds more to your strife.
So you go back into the fray
Things have broken out once more
But you know that this is your calling
A purpose you are fated for.