Journey to the West
Sparkly eyes for a better life
elated for skyscraper lights
daydreaming the life of west
as if home was a ugly place
such was the fantasy of moving west
living life to my very best
do more and care less
my trough and my crest
Moved at 21, with hopes and dreams
adventure of a lifetime it seemed
the excitement, that aspiration
the glimmer that gleamed
but who knew, that thrill was honeymoon
wilting away after a full bloom
for this world was bigger than expected
cutting your whole existence open
all of a sudden, too well and too soon
the only way to breath
is wrapping your soul into a cocoon
face the reality, I talk to thyself
this is the world you live in
where materialism is how you make sense
being authentic is a trend
your social circle, you values and your friends
boast to blend, play pretend
did the change maim you?
have you lost the sight?
the girl who stood proud
are you still that soul with sparkly eyes?
do you still stand out from the crowd?
after a few years, has it died?
are you worn out?
Or has the fiery spirit survived?