Born in February 92
25 and too much to pursue
Sprung from winter I'm afraid
Spring and summer kill the shade
And the fall is falling short of what I paid
When my world is full of love
Angels throwing darts above
Pierce and push me down a path I never claimed/found
Since I've tried to find the self
I've erupted into cells
Need to find a frame to wrap my brain around
I will dissociate
From the worlds I create
They fall short of all that you say
So content to emulate
Fear that I'll modulate
Too far from myself
But I'll play anyway