When I awoke in bed today,
I saw the world in a new way.
I saw before me, all my life.
I saw success and I saw strife.
There was order, a comfy house.
And a brightly smiling child and spouse.
There was chaos, an exotic wind,
Stoking the flames of freedom within.
There was greatness, pleasure and gold.
Yet there was weakness, pain and mold.
There were angels and there were demons,
From above and from below.
There was rage and there was peace,
There was rain and hail and snow.
I saw every choice I’d ever make,
My adventure and my heartbreak.
I saw the good, the ugly, the bad,
I saw the happy and saw the sad.
I saw what my day would be like today,
And I wouldn’t have it another way.

My compass is broken,
It’s needle is aimless.
Where there should be directions,
Lurk the evil and nameless.
When I wish to go north,
It takes me to hell,
I once wanted a heaven,
But that man is a shell.
When I need to go west,
It takes me to void,
Where my feelings are deadened,
My soul is destroyed.
When I wish to go east,
Yet know that I can’t,
It takes me to nature,
And I am an ant.
When I must go south,
Or suffer pains,
It takes me to myself,
Where it rains and rains.

How long is a moment?
A realization, a dream?
How long is a lifetime?
A laugh or a scream?
A boy becomes man,
A reading and dance.
A new tragedy,
And an acid trance.
Another man remains a boy,
Guarded mothers, spoiling men,
Preparing them for lives,
Dominated by them.
Lastly, a young girl,
With a fetus inside,
Will swallow a bottle,
Of pale suicide.

Chaotic gusts will send you to the void,
Where bullets stop and hope to be observed.
Rats will eat the lovers and be destroyed,
And all who hate will ever be preserved.
A thousand curses fall upon the ******,
They live among the beasts they call their friends,
They're minds are branded, bound and re-programmed,
They're told that they will never make amends.
Time matters not in lands from whence it came,
Nor space reveal a truth about the fire.
Seconds and centuries given the blame,
That belongs to those who gather God’s ire.
When good and bad are hidden from us all,
Even the Angels learn the way to fall.

A number is a concept,
A song that students sing.
Numbers are illusions,
Quantifying everything.
Addition and subtraction,
Creating to destroy,
Multiplying and dividing
Rise of Caesar, fall of Troy.
Divine hands knit with pi,
Entropy comes ensuant.
Mathematics are a language,
And only God is fluent.

Trapped inside a prison,
Of lack of things to do.
I’d rather shoot myself than live,
In walls of painted blue.
A dartboard on the wall,
A bookshelf and a bed.
Yet I’ve done it all before,
I just wish my walls were red.
If I were somewhere else,
With the wind in my hair,
Would this boredom go away?
Or would I stick to my chair?
I blame the dullness on life,
But it doesn’t come from trees.
I scream at walls  to entertain,
While I watch my laughter freeze.

We all have happy places,
Where evil never rears it’s ugly head.
A garden of eden,
Or perhaps a summer camp in the Berkshires.
Or maybe it’s an island with sunsets made of gold,
Or a market with food that tastes like friends, like laughter.
Maybe it is the place you call home,
Or maybe it’s the fear you call death.
We all live life for now.
We laugh, we cry and then we die,
Those we’ve left behind clinging to our pale corpses.
Or maybe they’re clinging to their own memories of us,
The things that they won’t forget until they join us in the void.
Life ends, and then our loved ones end, and so do our happy places.
That summer camp you love?
It’s a filthy landfill.
Your sweet island?
It’s been buried in the waters of former ice caps.
The market that was your refuge?
It’s been nuked, just like New York, Moscow, Paris.
All things end.
All things end.