• ritermathai 10w

    No Drive

    I wanted to be the wearer of many masks
    The weaver of tales that brings people together to form art
    Somewhere along the way, walking with daydreams that filled my head
    I lost my way, strayed from my path
    I want to go back, but i lost years getting here
    My heart yearns to make the trip, and I know I will
    But somewhere along the way, due to lack of faith, I got truly lost.