String Theory

I can see the eyes all around me.
They littered the hallways.
So I follow the string theory always.

Our hearts went tick tock.
Just like a clock so old,we run out of time.
And devoted to one single heartbeat.

For dreams and desires are written on paper.
And patience slowly waver.
And not each one has worth.

What’s bad,what’s good?
I follow the string theory.
Our former,our leader.

And music notes waver.
Eyes all on the etched or shown skin.
And it makes me question all I’ve been.

Lives go by like clockwork.
It’s etched into our very minds.
And we wish for what each one finds.

The string theory projects us.
What more do we need?
And time plants a growing seed.

If so,who am I?
What am I?
I wondered as I cried.

And all the eyes stared daggers into me in the hallways.
Am I just an imperfect design?
How do I take back what’s mine?

And will I ever shine?
Round and round,the string theory goes.
And it etches into all our souls.

A tree slowly falls.
So then,do my words even mean anything?
How can I find everything?

How do I make each one happy?
Hearts tick tock like a clock.
Because we discover and wander our whole lives.

But we often ignore the signs.
Round and round we go.
A carousel of dreams,then a carousel of agony.

Will happiness ever find me?
The string theory says.
We are all equal,yet so fragile.

And life is like a ticking clock.
A child is born with unspoken power.
Raw,electric.

So they lock it in a tower.
Round and round,marionettes held by strings.
A carousel of yearning.

As flowers keep blooming.
Am I destined to dance on a stage,again and again?
A carousel of madness,round we go.

And the string theory slowly grow.