Somehow, life drifted me away from the ones who knew.
Somehow, bliss  remained when all I knew echoed away.
life seems to always miss my direction.
While time ticks  clockwise towards the end... I counterclockwise - towards the beginning.
I never really followed lifes rules.
Or maybe those rules never really followed me.
I leave when I love the most.
I miss when they hate the most.
I give when I  lack.
And I lack when I  flourish.
I miss who I am when lost.
I forget who I am when  found.

Clover take cover!
People pick you to soothe their bitter reality.
You may be the lucky one, but you cannot escape the harsh hands longing for you.
After all, everyone wishes to quiet down their demons.
Oh clover, take cover!
If only you didn't give people promise.
If only you ran away from your own utopia...... like those **** leprechauns you once called your friends.
"Chase the golden coin",
-But, dad always says,
"Everything that's shine ain't always gonna be gold"
Oh clover, take cover

I crawled back to the life I said I was over with.
I drank to the brink of implosion- for them to say I was over it.  
I smoked to end my clear breathing- to say this is living.
I danced to the end of our song- to say we never belonged.
I drove to the end of the night- to say I see a new light.
I dived to the end of the sea- to say I no longer agree.

You never deserved me. My love was too much for you.

Its exciting
To run through the light
To escape the forever days
To escape the non stop reality
To release the naive child
Who loves and explores with glimmering eyes
Who chases butterflies that run away from her
Who speaks to dead toys that come alive for her
Who sings a madeup melody for the dead
Who splashes with color the suffocating white walls
Who never looks back
Some love was meant for the young
Some love was meant to remain the same
Darling,
set the child free
let her run with the wind
let her fall and rise again
let her love the wild
let her messy hair untangle her thoughts
let her be
She is a child after all
She is only learning

Why does it feel like sand rushing through my grasp?
Why does it burn like the crystal alcohol I consumed?
Why does it smell like burning wood?
the small flicker of light rushing through the unclosed door
The one that called on me for days
It remained opened for so long
now nothing remains
I'm sick of losing this game
The stars are leaving me
The sun is outshining me
Everything seems to move on
The once opened door now clicks its lock

SeeK the sea.
And feel the sand.
Ignore the seagulls who chase the sun.
For all we know, it is the only thing that keeps us from sinking. Floating.
floating.
flowing.
Learn to float instead of drown.
Learn to let go of the clown.

It was all she ever knew.
To see the glimmer in darkness.
Her head cleared when all was dark.

Everything so shadowed and out of place, that nothing and everything could be ignored.

She ignored the disturbance. For she didn’t see it. She enjoyed being in the dark. She takes it black -nao