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Ay Jul 2020
How is the weather inside you today?
Is it shining with light
Or overcast with sullen clouds of grey?
The way that you smile suggests that
You seem okay,
Though I know of the paradigm that you've rightfully happened to compile
Is nothing more than a drain.
So I ask you again,
How is the true weather inside you today?
Ay Jul 2020
Maybe the trauma of my past plays a part
Of the feelings in my heart that dont match my head.
Ay Sep 2019
Like a train on its tracks;
throughout the journey of life you will run out of fuel
or repeatedly question where the route is leading you.
Never stay stagnant.
Take your brief stops, but if you stay stagnant in the rain ~/ in the same destroying frame of mind /~ that's where rust forms.

If you don't manage the rust,
or don't try to get your train clean,
you'll destroy your / self /.

Some have never endured the storms that fell during your route
so they can't understand your high fares.
Their route seemed smoother & easier,
leaving you wondering why your tracks always led you to abandoned tunnels.

Appreciate those who chose to stay during those peak and hectic times.
They sat by the windows, saw some of the fog you drove through,
but never saw your perception from the drivers seat.

Slowly getting to grips that my misery and sadness not only delays the schedule,
but delays the route of self.
Ay Sep 2019
People fall differently.
in the hardships of this world.
Your downfall and humility
becomes your strength admittedly.
Incoherently, light emerges its way.
Buried below the surface
harboring feelings of betray.
The once grey path that led you astray
guides you to the message,
if you just obey.

Once you submit to the owner of mercy
He'll guard your heart like no other security.

— The End —