What makes me
Is the way
I make poetry
The way
I view a tree

I sometimes give
And I sometimes give in
Questioning the way I live
Loops and twists and circles
Make it hard to stay positive

I know not restraint
Whether in life
Or the nightmares I paint
When I give
It's always more than I make
That is not by mistake

Things done
Things to be
Is the cause of one
That one is me

Loops and twists and circles
Tend to unwind
Just keep your head up
Stay out of your own mind
Enjoy the theoretical
Concept of time

Where did you go?
I miss your soul...

Today
Is one of many
That I let myself
Feel sad

Walking about
Through my own mind
Like being lost
But amazed by the things I find
Thinking out loud
And to no one but myself
Yet I assure you
I need not any help
Seeing things around me
As if I was once blind
Rewriting my theory of time

It is funny I find
We live within a circle
Yet we choose
To live like lines

Time
A number
Sewn to thee
But never
To the endless galxies

This
Some beings cannot see

The fear of death
The disagreement with ends
Taking life like path
And forgetting it bends

I have faith
my god is true
Read this book
Then then ill listen to you

Love
All those who believe
Love
only those who believe
Hate
the ones who choose to perceive

Love is the word
of every religion
Yet
The amount of hate
That it creates
Is absurd

The eyes
The ears
The body
The mind
Individual beauty
They behold
In harmony