Echoes
I don't want to be grey and old and laugh about my childhood dreams over a cup of tea I don't want to sit in my quaint little house, looking out the window, watching the rain, smiling painfully when I think about the bitter sweet memories or the "what could have been"s I don't want to be bound by a box, closed off, shut tight, with no air to breath I don't want to be bound by people, their expectations and what they think of me I don't want to be carried away by life To be swayed by its bright lights and false joy I just want to live Free from life's hollow echoes