We all have these ideas in our mind
Of things we dream and hope to find

We're still and we're silent, as we ponder throughout
The lives that we live, as we think we're without

We always need more, or we always need less
We always need something, that we cannot possess

Though without dreams, there wouldn't be life
A dream without action, will never suffice

It starts very subtle with a simple kind of rhythm
Then fills the room to the very brim with passion of sound
Dancing through my head with such poise and grace
It tip-toes down my spine balancing on my vertebrates
Makes it way to my throat without hesitation
Thus curling my lips into a smile so sweet
I close my eyes and drift to sleep

We all get stranded out in the field
with a routine of things that never yield

The happiness we so deservingly seek
Turns mundane and makes us weak

We snip and cut at everything warm
Until our bones will show what we think is the norm

Tear at our flesh and rip through our lives
becoming the things we all so despise

We make ourselves sick with the image of love
With sharp thorny roses and disease ridden doves

The farther I walk, the harder it is to see.

I hear all the noises in my surroundings;
The wind is gusting approximately every 10-15 minutes and the cicadas around me are nearly 10 feet away.

I don't hear any footsteps with me
Where are you?

There is beauty in everything we see.
In every inch of every tree.

There is beauty in blades of grass.
Always growing while seasons pass.

There is beauty in the soil we spread.
To grow the things not in our head.

There is beauty in all of our minds.
We think the things we aren't able to find.

There is beauty in all of our hearts.
Seen with change that passions start.

We often are too worried about material things.
To notice the beauty that nature brings.

I can't breath
I stay up until 3:00 in the morning until my lungs have had enough.
I will torture my exhausted mind with images of the things that could have happened.
I clench to the thoughts that this world is filled with hope of something pure, something brighter than it really is.
There is nothing pure about this world.
This world is not a place for hopeless romantics.
This world is not a place for me.

I can't help but imagine my future
I know in reality it will be nothing like I dream.
I won't meet the perfect man.
I won't have the perfect job.
I think most people have so much hatred for the life they live because in the beginning we are promised big things.
We are made to believe we can do anything that we set our mind to.

Tell me how many people in the entire world are exactly what they dreamed of being.
and then tell me the number of people in the world

Those odds aren't great enough for me

I guess I just want more than I'm worth.