James Gale

The end of another fantasy show
And I find myself
At an all-time low
Sitting here, questioning all I know
Nostalgia for a time not of my own

A place that doesn’t exist,
Tries to call me home
And I just sit here wondering,
If this couch is truly my throne

I dread that my current life,
Is all I will ever achieve
As when I die, I’ll just become
Another ghost filled with grief

Longing to be the hero,
To find the unexplored
Destined for greatness,
Not struggling with feeling ignored

The premise for more sold my youth
But these days I’m burned out,
Now that I know the truth

I start spiraling,
Questioning without end
Am I just a number,
Another lost soul
Claimed by the capitalistic trend