Ghosts

This won’t ever be a call to arms.
Although I want to burn this city down.
Erase this pressure from our hearts
and find an anchor in this fast paced world.
But no place can keep me confident,
when those people or so called friends make me despise myself.
Has it ever been something more than scratching the surface?
Will it ever be someting more than scratching the surface?
When will we finally realize,
that there is no need to be afraid of what is beneath the ocean’s surface.
«You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage
to lose sight of the shore.»
If things were better in the past why did we let them slip away?
I should let go of my ghosts and try to focus on our new utopia!