Being aware of how little you know.
Is a truly smart thing.

The rush comes quickly,
It lingers and fades and returns once more,
The eternal knocking drowning thought and good deeds,
Leaving only star-crossed shards to drift into oblivion,
And a great well brimming with fire.

Realize that your actions, affect those around you.
Realize that suffering, pain, and loneliness are all parts of life,
But they do not define who you are.
Realize you have the potential for greatness.

W A K E  U P

I'm trying hard.

To some people it comes more naturally, but too me,

I'm in way over my head.

I do think I'm doing something with the right intentions though, but I just don't know how to do it the correct way.

It's frustrating, and infuriating, and I think I've already messed up.

Might as well quit while I'm ahead.

The emptiness within.
The longing for something greater.

And yet the total lacking that is deeply embedded inside my mind.

Why does it have to be this way.
Is there no one who will receive.

And yet hope lies with those who don't even know they provide it.

Maybe there is a chance that something will change.
I know I have the ultimate say in the end.