I rest my head
Only for a moment
To gain some piece of mind
But a warning would have been nice
As reality slips away
And my cycles begin
Do you know that feeling?
The one you get in the pit of your stomach
The feeling of excitement and love
Well that took over
I see the cause of this feeling
And I walk toward it
With each step I start to feel complete
If one person can make you contemplate change...
Does that signify lust or love?
That moment I knew I was ready
To learn and appreciate everything I could
At least that's what I thought...

Because when I opened my eyes;
to see a bright sky;
I knew I couldn't have what I wanted.

So I sit at the table with a cup of coffee;
thinking of a way to accept this.

Out of class; out of state; out of mind. Carelessness implied; wrong questions with answers to find.

And perception viewed and seen as shame. But, coming from the shadows, I say I'm not to blame. Only if strangers knew the real side of things. As anxiety expands and spreads its wings.

So my disposition would be clear. And people would know I believe in fear. It is represented through a single tear. People aren't prophets, they're not seers.

And that might be the reason I hold composure. Knowing there aren't cameras; no exposure. No bright lights as the clouds part. A notion that stings and steals my heart.

With all that said I wonder why I feel lost. When my mood dictates weather, and the earth sees frost. So yes, I act cold. Some see bold.

But that is the farthest from the truth. I'm just the image of confused youth. The mental equivalent of mental abuse. Yes...confused.

It brings my mind to a bind. As I state: Out of class; out of state; out of mind.