A lot times it’s easier for me to be strong for others rather than myself.

Those of us that dream.
Aren’t bound by history.
We go pass the stars.

Twilight, it’s truly beautiful.
It’s when nature is most active.
During the changes from light to dark.
Everything is exposed.
The shaded and lit-up sides allow you to see.
What nature really looks like,
And what these beings want to look like.
You see the excitement of the nocturnal,
And the fear distress scamper of the diurnal.
We see who is truly stronger.
The ones can adapt and survive during change,
Or the ones that fail and fall into despair.

My mind is tangled and swirling.
As fast as light it’s hurling.
Towards ideas that are plotted.
To others, it would appear knotted
but through me, the dots are connected.
My sails are perfectly directed.

Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

The wind in my sails,
carries me towards my goals.
The wind is my will.

To lift a thought to a song,
To redress perceived wrongs;
To relive my youth,
To expose the truth;
To express my love,
To see a pigeon as a dove;
To foresee the future,
To capture the elusive;
To give voice to the abused,
To find refuge when refused;
To immortalize loved ones,
To embrace the shunned ones;
To know stars are fireflies,
To scrape away lies;
To explain time is just a moment,
But enternity's in a sonnet.
Simply put,
It's the right thing to do.