When will you decide that the time has come?

When will you choose the fate that makes you unique?

When will you stop waiting for someone else to carve your life for you?

The dawn is of purest gold and of sweetest sugar,
for you know that it means the light is coming.

The dusk holds darkness and tastes so bitter,
promising a long, cold night.

But each is as beautiful as the other, because without darkness, light is meaningless.

I felt the rhythm of life in every part of my soul.

Again and again, it beat in my chest.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

Hardly ever was there a change.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

I was sick of that rhythm. But there was no escape.

One- two. One- two. One- two.

I needed refuge. And so I stopped.

I ignored life itself. Withdrew into myself, spent my days hiding.

Then there was no rhythm. The silence was blissful.

Hours of nothingness.

But one day, stuck pondering in myself, I realized.

If I kept running from life, why was I even here?

And as I turned over each reason why people lived, I noticed.

The people who really made a difference never hid from the beat.

They turned it into a song.

So I emerged from my shadows and transformed the rhythm. And suddenly, I really didn't mind life so much.

One- two- three. One- three- ten. Two- three- four. One- two.

I invented some lyrics to go along with it.

The silence was gone, and my life was a beautiful song.

When do the limits truly break,
And when does the eye become the mind?
I suppose it is up to you.

When the darkness falls
And the abyssal night calls,
When the voices scream
And I'm splitting at the seams,
When all seems lost
And everything has a cost...

The light will shine,
The birds will sing,
The sky will clear,
The morning will bring

Beauty.
Balance.
For every bit of hate,
A little love.

When she cries, I will go to any length for her.
When she smiles, I do not believe in sadness.
When she thinks, I agree.
When she walks, I follow.

She doesn't know it yet, but I'm meant for her.
I don't think her girlfriend would thank me.
But she doesn't know what friends we were.
If only she knew, then she would see.