I learned flying when i was already mile high from home.
I endured pain keeping up with the expectations but still glided slowly.
Thought this was for a greater good but feeling of being lost resided in me.
Today i wander lost, hurt and insecure of my thoughts
With every passing day, i learn something new
To reassure myself and the beliefs of many more
Someone once said to focus on the journey rather than destination
Maybe he slept through out the way cause he didn’t felt a thing.
Dont know when will these nights end?
The night of delusion, self pity and agony
So here’s to people who feel the same.
Someday we might be better again.

~Ink phantom