When you feel like the world is  crashing only to realize it is just your world
It  finally dawns on you ,reality behold.
Masking how you feel just to avoid the most common lie “l am fine”
When you really just mean help me ,should be a sign .
Knowing you should just confine .
So you put on a fake pretence of some kind.
hoping one day you will wake from the illusion you have created .

Stumble in
Watch your step
Room is blurry
Almost tripped
A night at the bar
Could've kept you walking straight
Instead you stayed home
Another night
You just had too much to think

Fly without fear of falling,
That courage I envy.*

Beautiful in their feathers,
And content without covering up.

Can not cook nor farm,
But trust their creator that they wouldn't starve.

They fly high,
Up to where they belong..
Doing what they were meant to do.

Beautify the earth as creatures of the sky.

The storm rages on,
As the girl stares beyond.
A ship that is sinking,
Full of weasels and sods.
There's no room for sharing,
Or to be open minded.
Instead your voice is lost,
In a box we're confined in.

The waves grow stronger,
Wearing down the seams.
Worrying whose side is worse,
Rather than calming the seas.
An abundance of bickering,
Yet a scarcity of repairs.
A ship forever sailing,
Fueled on internal affairs.

As long as his
Rubber hands
Slip away
From my wooden chest,
I gladly fake that
Inner sorrow.

In the secret place lost and so high
is where I abide,
to clear my eyes
more and more I long
to be by your side
it's where I hide.
in your arms, i cried

I desire you,
with all I do
my thoughts stay on you
I give my heart to you
forever

water flows down this valley. wind blows

round our houses.i have said it before.yet



seems that those who should know better,

talk of gods, may judge the             people .





live in remote places.



between mountain, sea.      the land becomes



dry.



this arid land.



sbm.