Her gaze flitters as she looks about the room.
All seems the same as it once was, she thinks.
Gliding across the shredded carpet,
Her attention is drawn to the winding stairwell.
Memories ravage her mind…

She is seven years old, sliding down
The smooth, freshly polished banister-
She had won the race.
Her little mind is ever so exultant.
Climbing the stairs again,
She never wants the game to end.

She blinks, taken aback by the strength of the flashback.
She knows it could have been far worse.
A heavy sigh escapes her nostrils.
She turns to leave the beaten, empty home,
But caught an unbearable urge to run up the stairs-
To the attic, to burry herself,
In the moth eaten remains of her past.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You made me happy when you were sane.

Singing to me, in that little coffee shop,
I wanted you to continue singing forever.
I was lost to the people around us.

Your voice was my foundation.
Your smile was my heart-beat.

But now, your smile is a flickering, dying flame.
But now, your heart-beats are counted.

We dreamed of traveling the world.
We dreamed sky scrapers and lion tamers.
We dreamed of a life that never will be.

You’re still my sunshine,
Please don’t take that away.

The pale walls of your existence haunt your every day.
Your anger consumes your lonely soul, single-minded in your rage.
Self-absorbed and selfish, never truly understanding the meaning or your sad life.
So full of promises and hope...
Foolish of me to ever think something could lay behind that beautiful exterior.
So much love is given to you, all in vane, for you could never possibly understand the meaning of it all.
Your pretty words and delicate touch flooded my mind with false bliss.
Now that your façade has fallen, what am I left to hold on to?
Misplaced anger and hatred. That is all.
Do I truly wish to spend my days living in such a manor?  
Is my love strong enough to endure such  unneeded anguish?  
I am scared. For I love you so much.
You, just another lost soul in a sea full of them.
Living day to day life in an endless search for your own personal gratifications.
Only giving to gain, only gaining for yourself.  
I long for the day that you are able to see past your own vain ideals.
But, alas, that day may never come.
I've tried to see past all of this, for the sake of love.
But, once again, I am the fool.

The pale walls of your existence haunt your every day.
Your anger consumes your lonely soul, single-minded in your rage.
Self-absorbed and selfish, never truly understanding the meaning or your sad life.
So full of promises and hope...
Foolish of me to ever think something could lay behind that beautiful exterior.
So much love is given to you, all in vane, for you could never possibly understand the meaning of it all.
Your pretty words and delicate touch flooded my mind with false bliss.
Now that your façade has fallen, what am I left to hold on to?
Misplaced anger and hatred. That is all.
Do I truly wish to spend my days living in such a manor?  
Is my love strong enough to endure such  unneeded anguish?  
I am scared. For I love you so much.
You, just another lost soul in a sea full of them.
Living day to day life in an endless search for your own personal gratifications.
Only giving to gain, only gaining for yourself.  
I long for the day that you are able to see past your own vain ideals.
But, alas, that day may never come.
I've tried to see past all of this, for the sake of love.
But, once again, I am the fool.

Society exists to repeat its self.
Once war, always war.
Marx had it right.
Class conflict, social destruction.

Where do we enter a society that relies on love?
Is it possible in this interwoven chaos?
Ashes in the wind scatter our own individual minds.

Sheep, by the herds, run for comfort and conformity.
Sheep, by the herds, run to the slaughter.
Mindless as can be.

Social media, the euphoria of the masses.
No need to leave the house,
The whole world is at your command.
Popularity, the prime persuasion.

Needless to say, needless to be-
We will never be free.

Stuck in the headlights of elaborate,
Engaging, entertainment.
The billboards-
No longer on the side of the road,
But, embedded in our minds.

Where can we break?
Break out of the margins of society,
Out into free air-space-
Freedom- our main objective.

The Hope.
The Revolution.
Now is the time to rise to your claim.
Claim your mind once again.

For now I am stuck in a perpetual persuasion of people surrounding me.
Their words burden my back and break my soul.
Their actions articulate their actual accusations.

For now I am stuck in an world so wonderful, yet wasted.
People religiously take the right to ratify personal law.
People lie for the love of illegitimate peace.

For now I am stuck in backstabbing bewilderment of my own bravado.
I can’t trust the treason of my own hopeless treads.
I can’t stand the unbearable unbalance of my own unbridled mind.

For now I am only human.