Standing Still

I miss the innocence

Those times when things were so misleading

Till you grew up to realize that your past was repeating


Cause you see it all in a different light

No longer envisioning your life was just black and white

All the shades of colors making you cry yourself to sleep at night


How can you have a moment of truth, when all that you have been fed are lies?

How can you convince the masses when blasphemy pours before your very eyes?

How can you save yourself, when the world around you convinces you of hate?

The colors bleed enough is enough, but how much more can you tolerate?


I'm a blank page. Write on me at your will.

But don't get mad at me when the ink starts to run and spill!

I mean, it's not like I wasn't Standing Still!


© Manuel J Alvia