Always wishing for something superlative

Craving for a distinguishment long

To break once free from the mediocrity

That's spread its seed to where it doesn't belong

And now my disease is pulling at your bones

With my contagion I should have left you alone

The speechless stir beneath my throat

Will prate on end words of pain by rote

And with the knowledge that breaks me down tonight

I turn on feeble feet in hopes of flight



So now you're wanting something more as well

Looking for a higher perch and view

Seek to escape from the art of failure

That I allowed to spread from me to you

And now your sense of life is gone

By all you thought you'd overcome

The guilt it swarms like hungry flies

Around me till its victim dies

You've made the last commitment weakest ropes

And now I pray you'll turn your thoughts in hopes



In hopes of flight