You've been up,
you've been down,
you've been left and you've been right.
So familiar are you with the outside world,
but how much time have you spent inside?
To be aware of the world around you, from within let the waters flow.
For what is it to breathe if you don't feel alive from your head down to your toes?
Staying aware of even the subtle things, of which the eyes tend to miss but the mind always reads; the signs and symbols that speak louder than any word off the tongues of men.
You think you can't train it but you can, and if you don't someone else will always be in control,
separating you further from mother earth, dimming the light of your soul.
So wherever you are right now, close your eyes and breathe,
and imagine you're the wind blowing through the trees, flowing in and out as you remain mindful of how you're connected to everything.

You tell me to get out of my feelings
and so I let them out.
Tell me, who are you to tell me how to deal with this heart?
There's no way you could see within its dark, there's no way you could perceive so just read and don't try and pick it apart.
I feel it all, and with this pen as my sword I fight through the night, writing till I defeat these demons, until I reach morning light.
I won't ask for your forgiveness if you think it's best I keep some **** to myself.
I'm going to keep working this pen out to maintain my mental health.
We all have our stories and we've all been through some things,
I'm just trying to leave this earth with a lighter heart so I can gain my wings.
So I leave it on the lines, yes I leave it all to cleanse the mind,
for all this heart holds is ink as black as coal, and this diamond of a mind is what makes these words shine.
So just leave me be as I mix my ink with the sands of time, leaving it all here on earth because we can't take anything with us when we die.

Would you have ever wanted to have said one last word if you heard that I moved on?
Out of this flesh, laid it to rest and passed on through the sun.
Why do we hold so much inside our hearts when we know there's much peace to be made? Still in love with those we haven't talked to because it feels like so much has changed.
And I know I'm not perfect, you can put some of the blame on me because I've been walking around acting like a blind man when I can actually see.
Something's wrong here, we used to be so strong and never let anything come in between,
now we let little **** get in the way of maintaining a bond that took forever to create.
But there's still love. I could never have any hate,
you should know my heart could never carry that, I'd be dead within a few days.
Yet still I know I need to let a lot more go
because some people who've been there for me made me the man I am today, so if their reading this just don't take it personal, I've just been dealing with so much pain.
It's just hard to talk sometimes when your the only one living with your mind and no one can understand your brain.
So I've been keeping my distance, but I've been feeling it from those who've kept their distance too, and then it hit me and I said 'if you died tomorrow I'd never be able to say these things to you.'
So I'm coming back around, I swear it...and just wanted you to to know I never stopped loving you.