You’ve always thought that you’ve bled for what is noble,
That what you have done is for the grander goal.
But you know and acknowledge, deep down, yourself,
That these things are also matters that for you could be of help.

You’ve always thought that happiness circled around the concept of choice,
A way of thinking that others, too, have always voiced.
But you know, we know, that this is some form of a fallacy,
A piece of wisdom we share for I am We.

Happiness might actually be a choice on the surface,
But the ‘illusion’ and quantity isn’t the only problem that we face.
The very concept of framing two things as oppositions to the same goal is problematic,
An idea that is now becoming to be apparently synthetic.

But maybe these are tribulations of those who want to meet halfway,
Those who would want to strike the balance through careful weighs.
A tough thing to arrive at, that’s for sure,
But we believe that’s we’ve always been built to find the cure.

You know you want to give more,
Yet you’re aware you’ve given it all.
You try to search for something else,
Yet even that, you’ve got none, not just less.

In a constant desire to inspire,
I acknowledge, now I need some things so dire,
Inward you ask yourself,
Introspection leads to a conclusion you need help.

Never give up, that’s what you know,
Not for yourself alone, that’s how you go,
Nice things you’ve always done,
Nature’s way made it all gone.

You need some form of balance,
A way to replenish and give yourself a stance.
Now, you’ll try to look for something new,
Give yourself; something fresh you need to do.

You’ve stood your ground all your life,
You’ve dug graves that goes too deep.
A momentary bow from the fight,
In order for yourself to keep.

What little of what remains,
Visions, faith and hope,
They shall remain in the veins,
But now they need to cope.

You’ll never die for reasons you wouldn’t know,
Yours will remain intact even after the glow.
Let the initial curtains bow low,
You’re in it for an even better sequel of the show.

Everybody's looking for something,
Probably a person or maybe just some feeling.
Everyone yearns, aspires, and hopes,
Holding on to their fictitious ropes.

We try to find it somewhere,
Look here, look there, look almost everywhere.
But maybe we've been actually missing,
Can't seem to find a thing.

For the longest time, it's been nothing,
And this is not changing,
'Cause we have to admit, that yes,
We're looking for it at the wrong places.

I never had those red fights caused by small stuff.
Neither did I experience those orange walks by the sea.
I never woke up to yellow sunrise next to anyone.
Not even a green stroll around one's favorite garden.
I wish I had known how to turn one's blues during late night calls.
And turn them to indigo fantasies at once.
And make one's violet eyes brighter.

I only know of a sea of grey.
A bit of white and an ocean of black.
I feel comfort in my own spot of darkness.
Fearing any inch of light will cause a mess.
There were two or three who tried to pull me out,
But I refused for I did not understand.
For now I shall stay where I am,
And feel the make-believe comfort I have made.

I told myself that I'd be indifferent.
But you did it again -- your thing.
Mixed signals, I think, were sent,
Confused, now I'm thinking.

Dreamt of you that night,
I wish it were real, oh please.
I'd **** for another sight,
The fool that I am, myself I tease.

The courage that I get as I close my eyes,
Are waiting to be actualized.
Believe me, I am quite shy,
Give me a signal and I'd let it fly.

Then I saw you.
Amidst the sea of faces,
Drowned further by the noise.
You were there, trying to smile.
We mirror each other.
Pretended to look around but only looking for our eyes.
I smiled.
You did, too.
It's sad 'cause it won't happen.
I'm sad we didn't make it happen.