How can I begin to explain
This sudden rush of happiness?
It's not something I try to feign,
As far as I'm concerned, I'm blessed
To be overcome with all this
Blissful wonder swirling inside
Of my tender heart that had missed
The feelings it was sure had died.
I'll embrace the glorious joy
I've inexplicably found!
It surely seems not like a ploy
In which I'm trying to be bound.
Nevertheless, I feel quite nice.
In this splendor, I'll be basking.
It's quite the opposite of a vice,
I needn't resort to any masking
Of all this bright, splendid delight.
Still in my sight, I see the light
Despite any past forms of plight;
Its pursuance still feels so right.

Surely, you're not still believing
That all you know is somehow real.
This grand illusion which you're seeing,
The one you hear, the one you feel,

Is just a dream's conjuration,
A wondrous scheme, a great charade!
Stuck within your imagination,
You're caught behind this grim facade.

You've known a life entirely
Fantasized by your eager mind.
There's no meaning to reality.
What's left for you to maybe find?

Continue dreaming--dream bigger!
The power always lied in you.
Don't stay bound to your earthly figure,
In this dream, who's to say what to do?

You're gifted with seemingly endless
Choices to make and all their outcomes.
How's your time considered precious?
Our perception creates such humdrum.

Nothing exists, can't you see?
Save for empty space, and you!
And you're but a mere thought freely
Roaming amidst this nothingness;
Whether or not that might seem true
Is determined by how you perceive
This spectacle we call reality!

Much like a slate that's been erased,
A darkened screen, black and empty,
A book with all its pages blanked,
Inside myself, I roam blindly

Within this void I call a mind,
The depth of which might be endless.
For what am I hoping to find?
Why I still search through this abyss

Seems futile since this fog is dense,
And it's not soon being lifted.
Why must I endure this penance?
For how long have I just drifted

Amongst shadows clouding all that
Resides in this cavernous pit?
I feel like a scurrying rat,
Yet I can't stop, I mustn't quit.

If I'm to escape this labyrinth,
Then I will not discontinue;
Why this mind of mine feels absent,
I'm sure to find some kind of clue

That could reveal the hidden truth
Behind this enigmatic veil.
I'll try to persist as this sleuth,
And keep following this ****** tale.

Perhaps its end will soon draw near,
I grow sick of chasing after
These leads of which I often hear
All ending with a disaster.

I yearn for the soonest moment
I can consider myself free.
After all this time I had spent,
All I'd want to finally see
Are the walls of this containment
Start to shatter all around me,
Putting an end to my lament:
 A glorious day, it would be.

Blackened skies spit the whitest snow,
Accumulating just below,
Forming mountainous heaps quite large
Which townsfolk often disparage.

Many will view this time of year
As a reason to feel great fear
of troublesome tribulation,
Yet I have a fascination

With all the atmospheric glow
In this scenery that still grows.
I admire how these sights forge.
There's beauty in Winter galore.

I don't dread how this weather nears,
How Winter's head's about to rear.
True, it tests our constitution.
By Spring, we'll have retribution.

Though I walk through
The valley of the shadow
Of death, I'll fear no evil,
For it lies within myself
As well, and is often embraced.

I still hold a light of my own,
But avoid ignoring the dark.
Instead, it's greeted all the same.
I refuse to just overlook
This part found inside myself.

For every shadow casted,
There's light shining behind it.
Both of them can't even exist
Without each other's presence.
They depend upon the opposite.

And death is but an essential
Part of any possible life.
It mustn't be feared, seeing as
The gift of life can't be bestowed
Without receiving its predecessor.

Life must be cherished
Despite these burdens
That seem to perish
Any happiness

That could've been lost
When paying the cost
of feeling a pain
So wickedly intense.

You must remain strong,
You've gone for this long
When so much has churned
Within your pained heart, so dense.

Someday, you'll be free
of this brutally
Unfair curse of which
Nothing is worse;
Someday soon, you'll see.

Every single one of your thoughts
Links to yet another,
and every one you choose to have
Determines the very future.

The constant flow of all these thoughts
Can't be interrupted;
Even if a thought's not produced,
Another was constructed.

A simple law we might recall,
"For all actions, a reaction".
All thoughts create the next event,
Even all that time you spent

Pondering on what you should do
Molds the future's shape.
If this supposition would prove true,
Then what is our escape?

One solution is quite clear:
If the mind makes all these thoughts,
Then its death is what can halt
Further additions to the chain

Which is all that could sustain
You as life kept going.
Without a thought to keep a train,
Then all you knew becomes nothing.