Nothing Left to Say

I remember the endless longing That called inside of me, From fountains of expression, Trying to break free. Nothing left to say When the walls give way. Still, I can faintly recall The subtle purity Of youthful inspiration And insecurity. Nothing left to say, When the child finds his way. Pride, and the drive that started the dream, Turned, in time, to an endless obsession. Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion. Possessed by the goal and the possession. Desires bind the truth to secrecy, But behind the aspirations I see A life devoted to blind ambition. And a mortal man searching for eternity Behind the desires. And the wall that gave way. There's a forgotten cause, Consumed by the day, Behind the ambitions Of a child who found his way. There's a cold realization That our deeds die with the day. And behind the disguise Of a man with a cause, There's a child screaming. With nothing left to say, Paralyzed by inhibitions And indecisions, What once was a release Is now a prison.