My hopeless mind, my endless heart, and my restless soul
I think them trying to **** me
To hasten some death that will bring them peace
A place to rest, a place to run, and a place to be free
What am I without them?
Nothing but this empty self, staring in a mirror of my own despise
What a crazy life
So full and empty at the same time
I think this madness I see is nothing but my own disguise
Of a place so much better, if only I could let down this charade of all I've ever been.

There is nothing quite like a desert rain
Dark clouds cover the sky
Masking the sun that always shines
The air goes quiet and the ground takes a breath
Then the clouds break and water falls
You'll see the desert lives
In the grass that grows and the birds who sing
As soon as it comes it will go
And you will smile because you know
A secret not many know
The desert lives and you saw its beauty grow
A rarity and a treasure trove
Of a place harsh and unforgiving
With a heart of gold

I wrote some poetry today
It doesn't rhyme and it doesn't sing
Just some thoughts I put on a screen
For someone and no one to read
I wrote today
For old times sake
Of when I was younger or free
Of characters only I see

I was told the mind is a prison
And the heart always leads astray
As a child I thought it must be so
Till one day I found the prison was never there
It was always outside
Created by those who fear
And the heart speaks in truths hard to bear
But is heard by only those who care.

I'm uncertain sometimes
When I don't know the way
If I'm up, down or perhaps sideways
I lose my way
And it makes me wonder
If there ever was a method to my madness
Or if I just made my way here
Where the signs are missing
And the roads are absent
All the while looking for my way
On a path I don't always see.

I crave the gentle feel of your hand on my thigh.
Just that simple sensation.
No words needing say.
Just you and I.
But you gave it all away.
In the harshest kind of lie.
So I sit with this craving I cannot deny.
Knowing it's something I must contain.