As a kid I hated reading.
I hated writing.

I never understood the words being said.
I could never keep up.

Then I wrote poetry

And noticed the words understood me,
and it all made sense.

I filed a case of lies,
And searched for the truths.

I found nothing but an empty cabinet that I used to file.

Last night I had a dream,

A dream about the perfect place.
A place offered by the ones who’ve loved.
I adored their magic land,

The land grew flowers for each step you meant.
It established your emotions in cement,
So that the world could paint the gifts you never sent.

An odd place indeed, it was a place for love to dream.

It was bright when I first walked out.

I took a couple of strides to see how far I’d get,

And realized my destination was too far - so I took a seat on a bench

And never took another step ever again.

I was Driving down the city road,
Not knowing how far I’d go,
Hoping the road will show me where to go,
And saw a boy sitting on an empty road.

A late night for adventure sight.
What might he be seeking this night?
Didn’t he see on the news about the boy who died that frail night on an empty road such as tonight?

I yelled from my car, “stop moving when you see my driving lights!”.
And so he stood looking all fright.

I begged and pleaded his mind won’t drift to a sorry sight.
I put my car in fifth gear remembering the night I too crossed an empty road with the face of the boy I saw tonight.

That night I crossed the road I remembered the pain and sorrow just as the other boy who crossed that road this very night.

I lifted my head thinking for those three boys who crossed this road.
I couldn’t believe the stain I must of caused to their family mind.

And so I hoped I didn’t drive on that **** city road, turning around to see the two little boys laying flat on that empty road.

One day I wondered for the ones who wanted pain.
Never understood till the day I stood on a stool, looking in a mirror with no vain.
What was up with these crazy clowns crying and moping around.

Little freaks dressed in black, staring at the sun for a little frown like em all.
Oh how hated these people, trying to dive deeper then they can fall.

I Ignore these little creeps with bad thoughts that spread and crept through town.

Then suddenly,
I froze.
The earth turned flat - taking a sudden bend.  My demons grinned just like the little kids I saw at school everyday and again.

I took my razor in hope that the slices would all make sense,
once healed it showed the stains I Ignored.

When I wake up the birds will chirp.
The sun will rise,
As will I, when opportunity shines.

The sky will be old and the ground cold.
People will grow and plants will smile.

The world will stop.
So that the universe can spin.

What a Life that be.
What a Life I'll be.

When I wake up I'll still be in bed
And wonder what a Life should be.