I look back at the plump yet radiant beauty in my rearview mirror
Bright green eyes gleaming with the thought of adventure, of the future
I look back to find a simple kind of pretty:
a touch of mascara, freshly washed hair still dripping at the tips
I look back at the road, gripping the steering wheel as i grit my teeth to the sound of her laugh
I punch the gas
With every mile placed strategically between us, an empty pit within me grows with vastness: deeper, into a dark abyss
i shove her memory deep
until there's just the sunken eyes in the rearview mirror
coated with black, masking their true identity
eyes back on the road
I think to myself,
"How did I wind up here?"

I find it astonishing,
How some questions..
Have no answer,
One answer,
& multiple answers,

As to the first question,
No answer is given,
And to the second question,
One answer is given,
While the third question,
Holds multiple answers,

While you wonder..
Could there be a question..
Could one special question exist..
That holds all those possibilities?!

Life can be the same way,
But in a different form..

There are roads,
That have no path,
One path,
& multiple paths..

While you wonder..
Which is the right?
Which one should I take?
As to all,
They lead different ways,

But could there be a road..
Could one rare road exist..
That holds all those possibilities?!

I find it astonishing…
How some questions have no answer, one answer, and multiple answers,
The same way can be said of life..
Where some roads have no path, one path, and multiple paths…

Find your own mantra
Say it once Say it twice
Bother not with its depth
Do not think, Say it thrice.
Abandon your logic
Bend your life to advice
What are you doing?
Common sense would be nice.
Walk up to the table
But will you roll the dice?
Can you not hear me?
I will only ask twice.

receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat

your mind we melt
your soul we steal
so numb and clueless
that nothing feels real

watch your sense of self conform
everyone is desperate to fit the norm
lie to each other, say we're unique
just trying to be similarly separate
strive to be the same without anyone knowing
lie and claim do we
I am special, I am one of a kind
but we are a race occupied
with wasting space, with wasting lives
letting ourselves, our dreams, our relationships
lay to rot in waste and die

be unique
strive for independence
when all we ever shall do is:

receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat

Grow up and be a man
Stand on your own feet and never run

Fly like an eagle and explore the world
Don't sit down there or just keep yourself furled

You are not young anymore, grow up!
Be strong and be a man and don't play like a pup

What will you do when you are alone?
When I'm not on your side, can you survive on your own?