Nothing Left To Say

I remember the endless longing

that called inside of me

from fountains of expression

trying to break free.

Nothing left to say

when the walls give way.

Still I can faintly recall

the subtle purity

of youthful inspiration

and insecurity.

Nothing left to say

when the child finds his way.

Pride and the drive that started the dream

turned in time to an endless obsession.

Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion.

Desires bind the truth to secrecy

but behind the aspirations I see

a life devoted to blind ambition

and a mortal man searching for eternity.

Behind the desires

and the wall that gave way

there's a forgotten cause

consumed by the day.

Behind the ambitions

of a child who found his way

there's a cold realization

that our deeds die with the day.

And behind the disguise

of a man with a cause

there's a child screaming

with nothing left to say.

Paralyzed by inhibitions

and indecisions.

What was once a release

is now a prison.