ships to wreck.

you can call me paranoid
but I am always one foot forward
head up high
prepared for the storms to come
because changes are a part of mine belonging
long shot or not
my longing is myself,
the mirror tell me and completes with
let's go honey
this phase is not over yet -
jaded by the time so wasted
I keep on wandering
am I still myself despite the injuries?
or they changed me beyond I can catch an eye?
we try, we fight, we deviate from the traps and build our own
our own ship to wreck
our own home inside.