Ether

With every rule I make or break
There always is the heavy weight
Of being the most improper
In all the conventional ways

I march with the black sheep
They covet to be young kids
But it is only through hardship
That we kill the wolf amid

And we are wayless in this ether
But told to fly against the wind
No star to guide us as we wither
Over the sands of broken dreams

The hurting lungs from all the ether
No longer swim against the stream
Under the stars zelously watching
As we drown in teary sins