Become Different - Fyr

When will I become different

I’m still waiting, you know

How could I become different

Can’t be done, I’m told

Feigning composure again

Awaiting the storm

These ripples are miniscule, but always present

Won’t take much for waves to form

Why does faking always pay off

While attempts amount to nothing

This vapid projection of self love

Told by selves worth loving

In the end, our struggles and scribbles

Are all met with celestial indifference

Our lins drawn in sands next to macrocosmic tides, they’r soon extinguished

If only I weren’t so conditioned

To tarnish all pleasure with doubt

If only I’d gain some perspective

Get out of my head just this once

But I’ve tried looking in from the outside

And somehow it all just gets worse

A tightrope of forced introspection

Is mine to traverse

Waiting

Holding on

When did I become different

I must’ve missed it in my sleep

All I know is the picture in the passport

Shows a face I can only just remember