Do you always feel the words you write or always write the words you feel?

The time when,
The self-belief system is down
And you are running on autopilot,
Is the time to start asking some real questions.

I knew that scars
Will never take me far,
But if I learn some way
To live with it
And heal somehow,
I could be my very own star.

Maybe I am following a light,
A junction from where I took right
Some days I'm just chasing a high,
Is it just some words arranged tight
Or is it chastising yourself through the night?
For when the sun is shining bright,
I love taking my emotions for a flight.
I'm not hunting for any limelight,
Nor do I have any foresight.
I'm just driving through the misery and the plight,
Knowing I will always stop at a red light
Like a deer in the headlights
I'm trying to be my self-guiding light,
Try as I might.

We were attached
by the same red string.
Except ours is wrapped around
our necks and each
time it gets harder and harder
to breathe; love wants
us together, but yet fate says
we simply cannot be.

Sandoval

green hedges tower over,
grey stone boxes in.
there is no way back home:
this is the price of sin.