when i gaze into the mirror, it's not me standing there
in my place there's a woman who's emotions are bare.

This woman is similar, aesthetically so
but the differences are deeper; down into the soul.

this woman, she weeps and minds it not at all
she doesn't feel her displays will be her downfall.

her occupation in the mirror can last from seconds to days
without any hesitation, she easily takes my place.

i wonder if the world can perceive any changes
if my dear friends even notice when my personality rearranges.

if so, they don't mention it; perhaps it's taboo
or perhaps they don't realize what the real me would do.

i stare back at this stranger, who looks just like me
and i wonder if a merger could ever truly be.

im waiting for the gesture
because actions speak louder than words
im waiting to be inspired
i want to hear someone and be heard

im waiting for better than perfect
i believe that i deserve no less
im waiting to know for sure
because it's not a time to guess

im waiting to dive in
since there's no point in just testing the water
im waiting to meet my ideal match
created by the same potter

i list these things that im waiting for
in hopes that they'll come to be
but one day i'll look up and find
that the waiting's caught up with me

so here it starts,
a boy meets girl
they both decide
to give love a whirl

a couple years later
and it's going great
'til the day she finds
she wants to choose her own fate

he asks, "what happened?"
he doesn't understand
she replies, "im scared,
this love is too grand."

she asks him how he knows
that everything will be fine
he answers, "I will be yours,
and you will be mine."

he doesn't see the risk
of jumping into love
he doesn't see the payoff
as something they may fall short of

she knows that what she's doing
is messing up what could be
but she just can't stop doing it
she yearns for him to see

there is no known path
she can take to this destination
what if she loses her way
and gives in to that temptation

she knows it's her own fault
but really, it's for the best
this love would've ended, as most do,
with each party distressed

she doesn't want him to blame her
it will only push her farther away
but she longs for him to know
that its him she thinks of every day.

she is confused
essentially she is the same person

her soul is scarred by no more than the sun
o what has she done?

for it is too late to stop her
the moon is her savior

feelings are forbidden
so behind a smile they are hidden

although her friends seem content
they are housed in a green tent

her life is like a river with time always flowing
but with the stars she will remain forever and always glowing

i sit here all alone in my zone
and i wonder about the unknown

no one is here for they come and they go
when someone will stay i shall never know

i think about what matters and what i truly love the most
so to my Aiden i shall make a toast:

i toast for all the happiness that life may bestow and destroy
and i toast for my cautiousness because life is not a toy

i toast for the memories that everyone might share
and i toast for my friends and family who really do care

i toast that the good are rewarded and the bad pay the price
and i toast that i live long and right, living in my paradise

it will end soon, nothing good ever thrives
i wait for the hunger but it never arrives

i take comfort in the ending, for it's bittersweet
endings are the only objects to be considered concrete

i am never to be cured when pride claims his mind,
he holds the only antidote, he'll forever be blind

maybe thats preferred, for he doesnt own bandages
nor does he want to open his eyes to see all the damages

but maybe he'll change, the future isn't set
the question then would regard the size of my debt

together could we grow and get past all the changes?
would he have enough adjustment time, it always ranges...

the vase can only be dropped so many times before it's broken
but maybe this time we'll see the old feelings were awoken

a wandering red balloon floats off into the distance
effected by the wind it shows little resistance

this particular piece of plastic just happened to be cursed
it wouldnt be too long before it had to burst

this wandering red balloon's journey had not stopped
the deck of the Cosmos Mariner is where is happened to drop

Just another beautiful ship with an unknown destination
carrying just another boy who had to change his location

this particular little boy had longed for a red balloon
but once he caught this one, he immediately changed his tune