Hypothetical situations can cause pseudo-realizations
Sheer demonstrations of fantasies that fluctuate from the different poles.
Everyone in this skit is scrambling around trying to figure out their roles.

Reading "The Power of Now"
I'm being taught how,
To even further embrace the moment and be at peace.

Sometimes though,
Sometimes the movie in my head can make for a blissful release.
The trick is to bridge the self-inflicted anxiety gap,
To put your mind at ease.
Shut down it's power to conjure,
and find a stillness where the chatter retreats silently.

I've been blind to see the difference between what's real and fallacy before,
But now I'm closing my mind and opening my heart to find what's truly in store.
No score to be kept, with overwhelming success.
Doesn't matter creed, gender, or even your address.

Find solitude in the ever-expanding mansion that is the universe.
Our never-ending story is now, so there's no real need to rehearse.

Growing up I've always thought life was much better with how it is in dreams.
Still maturing, but I think I'm finally learning,
To just Be
Appreciate what is, and even what I can not yet perceive.

While not knowing can be more complex than it seems,
You can always trust, that *there's beauty in a mystery

I wrote what I could.  
The lump in my throat pressed with such intent that tears were forced to fall.
So I've dropped the ball, and the doors have opened up

Two small trebutaries have emerged with little direction on where to go next
Confined and repressed, they now live a life so complex-
That had their thoughts existed, they wouldn't make it in the real world.

At the chin they met and swirled,
As if they've been meant to be together all along
Yet spiky hairs on the neck proved to be much more than they'd expect.

They tumbled as wrecks, independently til they hit the chest.
Anything but gently, they crashed.  
Apart now but memories remain
They've darkened the shirt as if they created stains.

It was the consensus to trade in the cards the dealer dealt..
But they'll flow on, and continue making impressions felt.
We'll absorb our pains to, establish growth
The one thing that I know though
is that I don't.

There's a persistent stream of "This happened for a reason"
But changes in feeling come and go like the changing of seasons.

Sentimental ******
Academically flunking
Connecting dots and debunking
Seeing past what you see luck in
Black hole my foot's sole is stuck in
Seemingly strategically ducking
Prodding problems and plucking moments,
But losing grip on how to hold it

Encouraging misfit
Brainstorming ******
Monotonous yet intricate
Everyone's just so full of it
Love,
Give it and soak in the showers of despair
The equilibrium storms a new batch of flowers through prayer
The one you always wanted wasn't there
Yet there's always someone with a moment of care to spare

Petty instance through another's glasses could be colossal
A piece of scratch paper to one could be a fossil.
Dare to go against what some deem as impossible
Every individual is a fractal within the kaleidoscope
But even fragments can learn to see the beauty of the whole.

When the music stops sometimes it hurts even more
Melancholy water tides rise and begin to roar
Mental dialogue so active it should be a sport
Fill the report, try not to contort
Sometimes the finish line is reached faster with cohorts
It helps to know when you've gone too far, abort.

A soul alone in a sea full of black
Hard to see past what I lack with this past, there's no going back
Blind to the track, so where am I going?
Hard to invest trust when there's so much not knowing.
Still rowing, but there's a hole in my boat
I question the universe as to why I still stay afloat.

A world of perfection that's full of skewed mirrors
Objects in mind may seem more deviating than they appear
Risks risk regret when not taken due to fear
Let go of misconceptions and substitute a perception that we're meant to be here.

It's nice to believe in something
Whether Allah or the theory of string
Yet holding on too tight can eventually sting
I've been open to the infinite, but what will it bring?

As a patient, if the medicine was patience I may've died already.
The ride's going at lightspeed and is anything but steady.*  
But now I'm unbuckling the seatbelt, to feel every planetary pothole
I will succeed only when I realize my place in the ship,
I am in control.

Parting the waves
See past the grave
There's still love for the depraved
Hell is within us all,
And we all can be saved.

The way will be shown
Remember, There once was a time that you didn't know.
Semi-controversial with the introspective flow,
But this is the method I choose to potentially map out my growth.

These arbitrary measurements are killing me. Swiftly flies by without ever catching a glimpse of the sky. I go on and tiptoe through a temple where no one knows me, and then later regurgitate my soul in the form of poetry.  I have a big heart, but my ill mind sometimes controls me.  Other times I force myself to climb along the cliffside in an attempt to let the past free, so I won't be squeezed by thoughts unsettling.  My synapses are meddling, but I can't blame them, for truly it's my fault.  I have to re-train them, but first I must open up the vault.  
Long-lasting actions sadden, while the hands move in a circular pattern always towards madness..  I must leave this palace.  Mental waves of malice, where'd I put my chalice?  So much on my plate, that I pushed it aside and decided I didn't care to eat.  I won't accept defeat, yet I don't wanna face it.  If only I could just embrace it.  More than just to taste it, I swallow pseudo-panacea, a potion that sets more debatable mistakes in motion.  
Steer me to the ocean, let's get lost at sea.  No sense of time to abide by, thoughts roam silently.  Waves may rush violently, but I'll be one with the water.  I'll be in the current, flowing with the current so no longer will I falter.  Alter my perspectives, and brave foreign lands.  The only task that matters is the task at hand.  It's all my demand, and so I say time means nothing.  What's true is right now, so everyone can stop rushing.  Find the temple inside you, and turn work into play.  I will forever see you in my temple, friend, namaste.

I can read all the inspirational quotes &
Listen to all my teacher told me.
I can sing all the words &
Take the vitamins my company sold me.

Racking up possessions
like heavy-duty weapons to armor me.
A rotten inside,
Reflecting out is far from charming.
Yet the outside factors poison,
I know, but lose focus.
Even though I oppose,
We live in a world that chose this.

It's like I have a frozen grip,
Allowing me to slip,
But not take a step.
Never advancing,
Yet still creeping towards death.
Maybe it's time to shut down,
And listen to the breaths.
Live the life you imagine, but don't forget all the rest.

Fly free,
question,
and be heard when ya wanna be.
Eyes have limits
In a world full of gimmicks,
But you fuse what you choose to see.
A part of me,
wants to get lost at sea,
Land on an island surround by trees
In mother nature's company
I will relearn to breathe
and take on a life of peace with ease.
Remember to think, before acting to please.
Yet the joy of spontaneity can come on like a breeze.
The internal world, affects everything around you.
This universe hides secrets to bask in and astound you.
Power is limitless when you discover the profound you.
Believe in the oneness and there's no telling what you'll amount to.

The dialogue,
The volume,
The content..
It gets better right?

The petty,
The put-downs,
Vocal *****...
Too often why I'm up at night.

Egocentrism,
Carelessness,
And Irresponsibility.
Yet I'm the sewer rat not living up to my ability.

The toxic street withers me,
Too much debt to free,
I can predict the machines' actions almost constantly.

The happenings follow me,
What I see hollows me,
Will I ever emerge from this filth triumphantly?

It's the insanity I wake up to,
The vanity and the same stew.
Sometimes I wonder if this is what I have to go through.

It's grown ever-plain to see,
This isn't the way, that life should be,
But it's tossed onto the pile I've simply named "the pain in me."

No luminosity around to save selves,
Violent sound waves bounce off of every shelf.
Through these waters I have delved,
But no life-preserver,
No help.

I am unable to manipulate,
I'm just part of the tracks.
Desensitization's turned me from an alley cat,
To sewer rat,
Just by being exposed.
So I crawl through these tunnels with nothing but hope,
That there's a way I can go back..
Reverse the de-evolution I suppose,
And return to a world I thought I knew with humanity.
'Til then I scrape on living a life, transparently.