You Are What I Want to Be

So this is a poem that I wrote a few nights ago, still don't know what made me write it. I just felt like it needed to be said:


So this is it
The cards we're dealt
Hold numbers to our destiny
Five roads alive
To breathe a breath
A keyhole made without a key
That shadows this
This door you felt
The solid oak of a splintered tree
Paranoia lies in every voice
You hear defeat in every voice
Luminocity hinders
With every step
Within reach of an old telephone
To reach a cry
And yell for hope
Carefully wired to your every bone
So like a light
Gave up a fight
The human race leaves people behind
And don't you know it
And don't I know it
But you are what I'll forever seek

We are of this
This was the plan
To speak and be heard of; dreams every man
Though be so strong
To interrupt
Because average people are so corrupt
Holds this shadow's voice
And maybe hope
Lies in this line that I once wrote:
You are what I'll forever seek