We Are but Messengers

I lost my way not long ago
Thinking that there was nothing but throes
Forever trapped in the darkest days when the light suffers to remain
The way grows weary and I’m not seeing clearly
When I can’t see the way at all who will show me the way?
This existence spells extinct without a change of pace
There are the moments I crave
But am I brave enough to carry the weight on my shoulders forever?
Forever: is it long enough when it carries no weight at all?
When I can’t see the way at all who will show me the way?
This existence spells extinct without a change of pace
I’m waiting on the collapse of this distance between us because all I ever
wanted was to be something you needed
I ache to find myself underneath the lights
This passion burns deep inside
It will not falter
It will remain unmoved
I can see the horizon, it seems so far away
But when a dream is dreamt the only question left is what lies between it and
reality
I’m waiting on the collapse of this distance between us because all I ever
wanted was to be something you needed
I am but a messenger of one perception
We are but messengers of our perceptions