Lune Rogue

show me where the light stays
meet me on the highway 

i wish i could create something to move others. i wish i could move myself. i'm trapped and lost at the same time.

what can i do to break out of my own mind? life is, good. or is it, bad?
life is filled with endless torments, and yet, i yearn for the brief moments where the sunlight breaks through the cracks in the broken window of my heart.