Something about something
Can you speak of true intentions
Living to only get your pension
I see you bubbling
And it's got me wondering
Where are you going off to
All you are doing is fumbling through what others do
Sometimes aiming for the impossible
Is the most probable
Can't you find something not once traveled
If not then perhaps take a boat and paddle
I like you, are no longer going for gold
Although I haven't given up on the new
Your words are all about the whoo
Trying to impress, but you need to get dress
Sorry but your break is done over
and I still wonder...

I don't know.
I don't know.
every step i take, where do i go.
where do i go.
which way do i fumble forward.
which way to face toward.
So Demanding.
Demanding that i find my Future.
Can't i live my Life.
Life can some times seem to be silently Still.
Still doesn't mean it's not in The Motions.
The Motions are taking too long to find a Meaning.
Meaning that could gift me Reason.
Reason to continue this Fight.
Fighting for knowledge and Love.
Love of which I long for and someone to Understand.
Understanding the loneliness i feel, would bring a path to the Right.
Right of not direction, but path leading away from Despair.
Despair of which i have been consumed with for many Years.
Years that i slept Away.
Away i shall Go.
Going to find my Longings.
Longing i shall not bury Again.
Again, this will Repeat.
Repeating is what I do.
I don't....

Don't read, this is a waste of your time
Rotting
does this associate food
this could pertain to my ill thought mind
I would consider rotting an equivalent to life
giving a definition to what we are all doing
something that begins quite small
and ends up quite ambiguous
Since involving all sorts of life, then food is associated
Like all food
Some begin to rot so much sooner than others
some decay at a rate much faster
if we were to consider them synonyms: decaying and dying
then we could all die at different rates
not physically, but also emotionally
maybe our insides are meant to turn to mush
and maybe some aren't in such a rush
sometimes I think I'm something that's already expired
something that is never desired
one of such simplicity
I could never create
gaining goals and headlining shows
I will believe that maybe some reach their  end much sooner
others will live for hundreds
where others will live to none
Sometimes the goal is not one to reach for
it's one that all must let happen
simply and respectfully
I am rotten
the only difference
some can comeback...
You shouldn't have read this

Strange danger, awaits around not the corner, but within ourselves.
The danger is present in every crevasse of our being.
No we do not possess the danger to wreak havoc upon ourselves.
It is as dangerous as a thunder storm in July.
When fireworks should be booming, spelling out words, and making us dream, just like Walt Disney.
There should be pies and pies and only pies, because why not have only pies.
They should be of all kinds blue, red, purple, orange the taste of a rainbow should rest in our tummies.
Everyone that passes by won't wonder how did they get so many pies, they will wonder, can I have some?
And I will tell them, why are you asking, the pies are begging to be eaten, can't you see?
Because in July when there should be Thunder storms, not this day, I offer you pie.
There will be no mistreating, no mistaking, no one will pronounce your name as cobbler in this day.
And when all the mighty and delicious pies that were never mistaken for cobbler, are gone.
All will know this was some very special day in July.  Where the thunder storms stopped.
Where someone just as special as those pies, but probably not as delicious.
Came to give us all what we were craving, and represented it with pie.
To those that weren't there, they will always think, pie pie pie I wonder what was so unique about this pie.

Family what is family.
The people that decide to catch you before you fall.
Or the people that decide to pick up the broken pieces when you’ve been smashed into millions.
The millions of millions that no one else would be willing to pick up.
Even if those millions of millions was just a game to pick up a few missing parts.
They are the ones that will build a fortress around you and tell you the world is not safe for you my child.
But they will let down that gate, even knowing that the world isn’t good enough for you.
Family will have left the gate open for you to leave, but they will always beg for you not to go.
Even after you’ve left that mighty fortress they built all for you, they will cast themselves out to watch over you.
They will be the birds spying over your life, seeming to always be there, singing along to your tune of life.
Although family will also be the birds waiting above in the trees, ruining the new wash done to your car.
They will always mean to do their best; they will give all of what they can give and more.
No matter if they have to fight off the jackals of fate to speak to you once more, they will find a way.
If you are in another castle they will travel once more and once more until they find you again.
No matter how lost you become they will find the light in the deepest of caverns.
And if there is no light they will bring their own, because they know what will lighten you up.
Understanding they will be, knowing that tough times are tough to get out of.
With that knowledge they will be the best to have around, they are the ones that will accept that we all sometimes frown.
They are the blessing of life not only because they build fortresses around you, but have the ability to let you live.
No, they are a blessing because whenever you finally find out that they were the reason to so much happiness.
They will be there wondering, **** how did you just find out?