It hits us when we are most unprepared,
No matter how good we handle a friend in need,
Or how much we stay close and care

I guess we don't anticipate it happen
Or may be we do but we are blinded
Blinded by the off chance and rare cases
Blinded by our inability to see the trend of thoughts and emotions
The unforgiving chain of reactions
That drives the mind into depression,
It ain't simply just about acceptance,
About bonding, love and affection,
It goes deeper than our daily interactions,

Worst of all is that, it hits in a personal level,
Head first with sharp edged bavel,
Most of us would just pitch in the positive notes, no?
Yeah, but that doesn't overcome the emptiness that's been there for years now,

We all take our safer approach on our life pages,
Trying to quickly out out a fire that's been burning for ages,
Because we want to get rid of a problem,
A problem that is now a part of this person,
Drastically cutting off what we deem unpleasant,
All those addictions and everything heathen,
And so, what then?

Oh little bird with such sweet sound,
Why do you sit upon the ground,
When you could soar and flit and flutter,
And get away from all the clutter,
Which threatens peace and clouds the mind,
And deafens ears and makes eyes blind?

I hear you singing from your tree.
Your music seems to beckon me.
To fly would be a lovely thing,
To soar above on feathered wings,
To escape from that which plagues me so,
And chuckle at the ground below.

Alas, dear bird, it cannot be,
For I am bound by Gravity.

Nothing more that Ben and Jerry enjoy
Than Florida on Spring Break
Hanging out there at this moment
On this bright and sunny day

Swimming in the ocean
Just off the Southern shore
Waiting for a nice plump student
To dip his toes in and more

Nodding in agreement
They both would like that very much
After all what would two Great Whites
Rather crunch for lunch

Conversation rolls around to Daytona
Reminiscing of the time
Ben chowed down on four collage kids
While Jerry gorged on Nine

Yes, Spring is in the water
Where both the sharks relate
Nothing better in Florida when
You can sink your teeth into Spring Break

Bring me to the edge
the water bubbling and deep
let me see the fear and drink from its cup
show me the shadows, let me hear their whispers and feel the chill of their touch
let me bask in the darkness, absorb the night and bathe in the light of the falling stars
give me the clouds, the ones that block the moon, and show me the monsters that hide in their shade
I will indeed drink deep from fear as the chilling rain rolls in
pouring, falling, falling, failing
crashing in steady cacophony
Am I brave yet?
Is courage embracing fear as a brother or withstanding its onslaught

No, I am not brave.  
I wanted darkness and I have it
It is not scary, it is lonely
and I am so
very scared
of being
alone.