Oh, how I'm hoping this breath of fresh air
Will help blow away these woeful despairs
Constantly given to undeserving
And innocent people who are yearning

For a change amidst all this scenery
Making them grow increasingly weary.
I understand a life devoid of change
Can soon make yourself start feeling quite strange--

You might wonder about what you're missing,
Maybe you'll stop yourself from resisting
The tempting calling of grand adventure--
The alluring thought of such wondrous splendors

Could help keep you driven to try finding
The reward which you so desperately seek.
This goal seems so powerfully binding,
But luckily, neither of us are weak!

If I could not think,
Then I cannot be,
Yet I'm past the brink
Of reality.

I wander on plains
That somehow sustain,
But what I perceive,
You'd never believe

To ever be true
Or part of this world.
Your mind would unglue
And become unfurled

To the realms most eyes never see
Or accept as reality.

It seems as though the road to Hell
Was only paved with good intent.
Though you try to offer a hand,
You often feel abrupt lament

For such shameful, yet obvious
Indignant and deplorable
Remarks you knew they'd not repent
And knew would sound just horrible.

How they can't think before speaking
Only makes all their arguments
Lose any credibility
And creates such a vast dissent

With those who see past the futility
Behind this debate's disgraceful content.

You have no clue how easily
Some are shattered, though plain to see.
Heightened sensitivity:
A gift and curse embedded in thee.

Feel more than you can tolerate,
Dwelling in feeling's what you hate.
Wallowing in this sordid state;
This pain won't seem to dissipate.

In this cold cell, you must confide,
But from yourself, how can you hide?
Inside your mind, you'll bide your time.
Feeling too much was your one crime.

The people's total willingness
To accept such blatant ignorance
Seems like quite a condemnation.
Though this illusion seems like bliss,
It also seems like the causation

For many obstacles we face--
How we try to hastily race
To somehow appease these morons--
God forbid they might feel displaced,
It's not like the life they knew's gone

If someone finally brought forth the facts
And proved they were totally true,
Though quickly, they'd refute this evidence
And stick with the **** they first knew.

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.

For years, I dreamt of ending the life
Which I regrettably shared with you.
A life through which I felt so much pain,
I thought there was nothing else to do

But be the glutton for punishments
You seemed to think I somehow deserved.
Why a child should be so viciously
Abused makes me feel beyond perturbed.

Still, I no longer wish to harbor
Dreadful woe and despair that you wrought.
I severed our ties, then realized
The prison in which I had felt caught

Could not be upheld once I could see
You never had power over me.

The atoms constructing your left hand and arm
Originate from the dust residue made by the explosion of a star.
The atoms constructing your right hand and arm
Originate from another source, other traces of exploded stardust.

These explosions occurred perhaps millions, maybe billions of years ago.
These infinitely microscopic specks of dust
Have traveled the eternally expanding cosmos
In order to meet, and ultimately create your very form!

What were the immensely staggering odds
Of coming to being?
What were the astounding chances
Of your formation happening?

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.

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!

Life isn't meant to be painless.
Your past won't ever be stainless.
If you still want to reach the top,
The bottom's where you'll have to drop.

Often, the key to our success
Is through rigorous kinds of tests.
Trial and error is how you
Accomplish most of what you'll do.

For nobody can be perfect,
That much is what most can suspect.
The man that claims he's done no wrong
Is like a concert with no song.

Take this advice, it's quite alright
To make mistakes; keep up the fight!
The only time you truly lose
Is when you give up and choose to.

No matter how bleak
Passing days may seem,
You needn't act meek
Basking in the gleam

Of the sun's lustrous
Beams blazing upon
Your face, so wondrous
When not kept withdrawn.

You possess beauty
Unfortunately
Hidden secretly
Since you sheepishly

Shy away from their prying eyes
And the cold sting of their shrill cries.
The world outside patiently waits
Until you return so they'll berate

Whatever you try
To possibly do;
You have to defy
Those words they imbue

On your imprinted spirit, so weary.
Surely, you haven't envisioned this dreary
Outcome you face every ****** day.
You know there must be other ways

To make yourself feel comfortable
With the world that's surrounding you.
You know your joy's sustainable,
And the dreams you keep will come true.

Hopefully, you learn just how to prevail
In this perilous and turbulent tale!

Hear Earth's music, all that listen,
Witness its mighty performance.
Indulge in the brilliance of its show,
Leaving one feeling much suspense

At the fires brimming deep within
A towering and cavernous mountain,
At its vastly expanding bodies and
Pools of crystalline water, blue and green,

The towering, colossus lumber
Flourishing throughout the land,
The beaches, with an infinite
Number of specks we've named sand.

Yet none mustn't ever forget
Our moon's ascent, how our sun sets,
The cyclic continuance of both,
And how they contribute to our growth.

This world's nature, ancient and grand,
Needs not much to understand
Its display is enough to convey
With or without us, it needn't count its days,

For Mother Earth, forged from the stars,
Has traveled heavily, wide and far,
Its age exceeds all mortal lives
That scour the surface, and still thrive.

Older than man and creature alike,
Besting all rocks of space it strikes.
Though it may seem everlasting,
Sadly, that thought is met with contrasting;

This wildly microscopic planet
Is a mere grain of nothingness
When compared to its containment:
Our surrounding universe
And its chaotically large abyss.

How heavily this burden weighs,
A conscience so riddled with guilt.
Nesting inside of you, it stays
To topple confidence you built.

Spreading through your festering heart,
Wreaking havoc within your mind,
Who knows where it stops or it starts?
Its source is what you won't soon find

If you still search in the same place
Where you always investigate.
You won't even catch any trace
Of this foulness you still create!

Run in circles, drive yourself mad,
It's a fate of your own doing.
Would it be changed if you still had
The chance to undo your choosings?

There are many fates which we can conceive
That easily prove to be worse than death.
The type of cruel doom most cannot believe,
The kind of affair which sharpens your breath.

You could succumb to plague, famine, or war,
All these atrocities, you would labor
For what may seem like an endless purview,
And all these nefarious blights, you'd rue.

You could feel regret for what might've been,
And solely dwell in memories of past,
Constantly question what you did, and when,
Think of why you went where you would hold fast.

Death's a luxury compared to the strain
That's inherent with life's shackling chains.

What if nothing's real?
Where would it ever be found
Except in our minds?

Gentle is her hold,
Her fingers slightly pale and cold
As she rests them in a fold
When she peers outside.

Her mind, so vast and free;
Always searching inwardly,
She seems to wander endlessly
Through its vivid sights.

Flaxen hair and soft, blue eyes
Highlight a face too good to cry,
But still, I see you stiffly try
To cease how they shed.

A soul as pure as snow
Drifting to the ground below
From a sky that somehow knows
You're resting your head.