Un-Individuality

 

If you feel like you have to let go,

Why does it still feel so heavy?

If you close your eyes to shut it out,

Why do they still see clearly in the dark?

And the fall from grace that you escaped,

Is it possible it stopped your wings from sprouting?

And the decisions that you think you take,

Maybe they aren't yours at all.

And the hands that you cup to your face,

Comforting your shattered dreams to sleep,

For all you know, those aren't your hands at all.

The rusted broken cross on your back, 

That hurts your spine, it was never yours to carry.

The colour of your walls, they are the same colour as mine.

The clothes we wear, the smiles we fake,

The stories we tell are like everyone else's. 

And time passes, but time stands still.

Where do we begin and where do we end?

Is it us or is it really them?

I am you and you are me.

We aren't separate at all.

So step out of the shadows behind the wall,

Because I can spot your tired silhouette

I have foreseen your looking away.

We think there's no one like us.

There's the eternal truth, the misconstrued lie.

We are all unique, we are all the same.

Sunbeams that fall on glass windows,

Sunbeams that fall on forgotten graves.