From Amelia Poem by Andrus Cassian

I hate this feeling, feeling like a third wheel
an un-needed spoke on a tire that'll just keep spinning without me
Well it shouldn't be too hard now cause I'm back to my role on Earth
falling because of adversities
Obnoxiously, haven't my wings decided to grow not
growing alone through my darkest days
Am I
on a silver platter; here I am, broken and laid out like a puzzle
I'm able to weather my own storms, control my tsunamis
yet still I'm being capsized by my delicate tragedies
And what is this I am hearing
for the moment now I wish my ears would deceive me
though this sorrow is what I'm believing
I am receiving this notice today from Amelia, her heart flew away
guess we're in the same boat, hope it stays afloat always
Not meaning to rhyme but what do you wish of me now
I'm falling and failing somehow; above the reins, I don't see a sign
sign nor signal
I'm just alone during my darkest days
my darkest days in which I can't fly away
Obnoxiously, not grown have my wings flown
Falling because of adversities, my role on this Earth
I hate this feeling
feeling like a third wheel to my own serenade...my own serenade
The last one I write
Since even when I fall and deteriorate away
the spokes on the wheel will keep turning
while I just slip in a daze beneath this haze
fade away like sand in water
dust in wind
Sun in shade...everything's falling...away