I grew accustomed to every page looking the same And every morning I tell the same story But every night I dream about change And I know I might be digging in despondency here Or maybe it's just fear We all get to a certain point in life When we realize that time has been catching up That the ropes of fate keep us restrained But it's far too late to cut them off And if life is nothing but a breath Then I'm on my way out of its sick lungs Because I've reached the summit of this mountain And now I'm just descending with the sun Now I'm just on my way to wither To watch the fading of my spark And unlike the trees I still found no one To carve their letters in my bark Slowly descending with the sun I've become a product of my boredom Grown stuck in a rocking chair And I am cursed by my way of living And of when the mirror stares I am disgusted by these habits But I'm to scared to readjust So I keep lying to myself 'til I'm the only one I trust And I wish I had the courage To peel the bark off all of my skin And to expose my inner center And to let the sun shine in But still it's hard to change What has been here for so long And to let go of security And to step out of my comfort zones But "someday" has got to come sometime And I must belong somewhere So now I am in search of feathers To embellish myself To become something more And pick the anchor off my shelf And let the roots untie my ankles And squeeze some light out of this hell I am in the middle of my journey Half way to where no one wants to be And I don't know how long I've been here I couldn't bare to hear it, honestly I feel my bags are getting heavy They hold all I claim to know So my hands are tightly closed around them Because I can't seem to let it go