Anxiety rushes over your body,
Sound seems to slowly disappear,
Vision not in focus.
The room begins to spin,
Your head feels dizzy,
Stomach in knots,
You can't feel anything...
Suddenly you're falling,
For what feels like forever...
Your heart pounding faster and faster,
Until... it stops.
Your body hits the cold ground,
Your hands shaking,
You can no longer stand,
You lie there, weak.
The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”
Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?
The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.
In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Test our comfortability.
A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?
Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.
Look into my soul, stare into my eyes...
Do you see what I see?
Do you see the way I'm treated?
Do you see the way I view the world?
Now into the eyes of another...
See their heart for what it is...
Do they view the world the same
as you or I?
In this world of gray,
you say this all you see...
Does one see color?
To make this world a little brighter?
They say to never judge a book by it's cover...
But is this motto we live by?
Do you see the true colors
of what's held within?
The rich who seem colorful on the outside,
look deeper... are they rich and colorful where it counts?
The man over there, sitting by the road... The one who seems gray,
look into his eyes, his beauty is full of color, truly radiant.
What we portray isn't always what's behind the mask,
No matter the race, culture, or gender,
look deeper than what lies on the surface,
you never know whose heart is truly pure.
Beauty is held within,
What lies on the outside,
that's just a delusion...
Seek for the soul that lies beneath the surface.
Do you ever feel so alone, even though you're surrounded by people?
So alone, that you feel like you're drowning?
So alone that, no matter how much you scream for help, those people won't hear you?
No? Then you're lucky... Me? Not so much...
I've been broken so many times, I don't open up to anyone anymore... I'm alone
what i write
is a reflection
about my life.
life has taught me how to write.
Temptation need not be confused with conviction.
Of course I feel the pull of wicked ways,
But the lure is not my Oddessey.
I could write a thousand sins,
Repent, inevitably repeat, and lie
I am ruled by a crooked rage
A poisoned oak in a forgotten wood
Rotting, to the grave I wear this facade.