Maybe I'm not even free,
Apart from who I want to be,
Denying what I ought to feel,
That you are the only one that fits.

Beside my place, just near me,
Across my path, your destiny,
But what do I do when you don't seek,
Me in anyway, I don't exist.

What's empty, Isn't broken,
But that's what it seems,
I'm only rotten,
When I don't believe.

That there's a hope,
In our world, like a tree,
Growing slowly,
Evolving, from a seed.