Myth [a song]

I try to believe in hope
I try to find my footing
But the more that I try
The further I fall
And still I'm left grasping at air...

Tendrils of smoke
Winding through my fingers
They are what's left of my dreams-
Ambition gave way
To the Tempest of Evils
That are the only Truth...

Give me something to believe in
Give me something to hold on to
Abstract illusion
Lost to confusion
Blinded by Cynic Default...

I'm not the One you're looking for
The One to pick up the pieces-
I'm not good enough for you
To break your fall from Grace...

There's no such thing as fairytales
When you sacrifice the ending
I can't spin gold from your
Threads of sanity
Don't ask this thing of me

Tendrils of smoke winding through my fingers
They are what's left of my dreams
Escape from direction
Into salvation
Accepting the only way out

Author notes

Song is under construction as of yet, and the title is negotiable, but I rather like it for now. It's really just an odd collective of random and spontaneous thought, thrown together in a flurry of mixed emotion and anxiety. Oddly enough, I like the way it sounds, however, it is subject to review, critique, revision, and might end up in the garbage like so many do. Hopefully, it does not.