These strange people tell me of a place they control. A place filled with knowledge, and secrets untold.

I do want to go there, my curiosity is true. Maybe I'll meet someone who is just like you.

Or maybe a land full of darkness and greed. A world mirrors ours? The last thing I need.

I entered today, and knew you weren't there, because for my emotions, not anyone cared.

Traversing the tundra as my thoughts tear to tatters
      My heart starts to wonder if anything matters.
I stumble, I fall, my scrapes start to bleed
      I've abandoned the loved ones that I dearly need.
The earth here is cold, the outlook is bleak
      The love of another, I desperately seek.
I'm caught up in cold, I'm blinded by snow
     Will we meet again? I cannot really know.
I will lay down to sleep in the arms of Jack Frost
     *Do not come to find me, it's too high a cost.

Years from now,
When even the future is but a distant echo
In the ears of humanity's descendants
And the remnants of the present
- languages and cultures -
Are preserved on scraps of paper
With bits of faded ink,
Historians will wonder
At our casual representation
Of so powerfully destructive
A word.

You set it glowing
We named it sunshine
You let us call it ours

Each day it moves us
We step down on the floor
It sweeps us out the door
Like we were shewed

We've diff'rent stories
Jointly we whisper
Do we matter at all

Sun-dusted cities
Flooded full of noise
An isolated sea.

Down in the subway
In silence we're binded
It's like we're all blinded
Indifferent stone

Each face is different
Jointly we whisper
Do we matter at all

We've diff'rent stories
We don't stop whispering
A soulful emptying
Are we alone?

Each night I lay for sleep
I hear an ancient speak
Lift up your eyes

Remember that you're small
You're still my all in all
Read then remember
then go in peace.

We're unique people
And we all fall like snow
No need for vertigo

Remember from
which place that we fell…

It's oddly hard to see, which view is better for me.
A ****** end to the year and an even worse beginning.
This type of thing can have two meanings.
Maybe things can only get better, maybe there's no place but up.
Maybe I've experienced the worst time of my life, nothing else can go this wrong.
Or maybe it's a sign of how my year will be.
I can feel it just getting worse.
And as much as I want to be optimistic, I can't cover up my hurt.

I mean I've done this before, I can last a year,
but I guess I wanted something more.
To feel like I am not just coping with life, I wish it wasn't a chore.
I guess happiness isn't meant for my life, I guess the timing is off.
Maybe one day, in the future I'll be alright.
Maybe one day my smiles will be real.

I entered the room
saw you on a stool
       you're playing cards
       and laughing too

I passed by
smiled at the sight
       hoping you caught
       my gleaming eyes