Delve deep into your mind.
You'll be surprised what you find.
Confined in the furthest recesses of your being.
Take an inwards vacation, into the finest creation.
Do some sightseeing, give in to temptation.

As the world drifts silently away.
Your brain becomes vibrant.
Let your flow be your guidance.
Your mind becomes an island, floating in the vast emptiness of the cosmic drift.

You'll be surprised what you find.
The internal revolution of your being.
A new way of seeing.
A new sense of well-being.

Your senses heightened.
Don't be frightened!
You're becoming enlightened.
It only takes a few minutes a day.

A new found reflection.
Your inner connection, or even resurrection.
Bask in introspection.
Tapping in to a once lost section of yourself.

Those restless nights.
Lay in bed, brain lit abright.
Mind off wondering late into the night.

Drifting off in theory, fantasy, and psychological harakiri.
Mind aimlessly adrift, throughout the cosmic rift.
The trivialities of unseen realities.
The complacent within societies debasement.
General hipocrisy of rampant misology.
Apostasy!

Before you know it, the dawning light.
Yet another sleepless, restless night.

Reunited at last!
Delighted at the sight.
Soaring together in a swirl of light.
Making love long into the night.

It's been too long.
You've become even more headstrong.
Together we belong.
The sound of the city becomes our theme song.
Minutes became hours.
Hours became days.
Wanting to be with you forever and always.

Until we next meet, you can take my heartbeat.
Seeing you again has made me upbeat.
Careful not to repeat, never accepting defeat.
The heart of the city became our drumbeat.

Until next we meet.
My dearest, so sweet.
You've rendered my heart no longer obsolete.

Born from the cosmos since the beginning of time.
A tale of two souls eternally intertwined.
Destined to come together and then unwind.
The endless tale of all humankind.

It could be seen as some kind of joke.
A type of love completely bespoke.
To settle for less would be inadmissible.
To put into words would be inexplicable.

Passing back and forth, each others magnetic north.
Lost in the aesthetic, everything else feels synthetic.
Locked in orbit, bound by physics.
Trying as we might to finally unite the spirits.

Countless lives have come to pass.
Just how many more, until we might last?
Break out of this cycle for our own survival.
A tale of two souls, in an endless cosmic dance.

From days down low, to days up high.
To days where you just want to die.
Just remember, that you'll survive.

Time is an illusion, often causing confusion.
Your personality, you might consider an abnormality.
Just remember, everyone's living the same reality.

Everyone is in the same race.
Yet we pretend we're different, just to save face.
We place importance upon others discordance.
Others are a bonus, don't let them be your source of lowness.

Surrounded yourself, with those that thrive.
Distance yourself, with those that deprive.
Love yourself, the rest will follow.
That's the key to not feeling hollow.

We all have scars, just read anyone's memoirs.  
We can't change the past, so don't let it last.
Go forth with steadfast, and forget the past.
Use it as a lesson which will always last.

I believe, in that which you may not be able to conceive.
Just give it time.
Trust me, you'll be fine.

What others find difficult, comes with ease.
Yet the trivialities of their own, brings me to my knees.
Why does this feel like a debilitating disease?
Learning to live with such a blessed curse?
I find myself pondering, on a slow march to a hearse.

Yet we must continue, day by day.
Lest we let life slip away.
Oh to find someone to share our hopes and dreams.
Or yet, worse off - to have love deprived.
Tirelessly waiting for the day we're revived.

Until that day, the march continues.
Effortlessly excelling.
Tediously dwelling.
Why is your love so **** compelling?

Surely the recipe I have will see me through.
Living a life, better than the majority do.
Yet it's not enough, I'm incomplete.
Why do I rely on you to bring me to my feet?

Constantly on the mind, a burden seemingly undefined.
Monday to Sunday, occuring daily without falter.
A posit ineffable, some would say laughable.
Like silence when broken, cemented in time.
Do not fret, life's not done with you yet.
Your time is nigh, get up and fly.
Leave behind those dark fragments suspended in time.

Deeply yearning for your sweet embrace.
To softly running fingers across your face.
Your scent so powerfully overwhelming.
Tucked in so tightly away from the world, exchanging passions lost to everyone else.

A sense of home, of passion, of trust. Something that'll leave everything else in the dust.
Nothing more, nothing less, just your head upon my chest.
That peace it brings, makes your soul sing. The time it takes to appreciate, a downfall so many have succumbed to.
Anchored by the weight of your sins.
Let go of the past, else it won't last.

Yet, there's hope.
A glimmer.
An ember.
The memories at night, that will you to remember.
So lost in thought, desire and torment.
To the next chance we get to reclaim our moment.
A distance so trivial yet so far, will never overcome the power of the heart.