What is being honest?
When the ones you love are hurt?
You try to be transparent, but you're messy from all the dirt.

A Constant battle of head and heart.
Some things that cross the line.
You conjure up feelings you never knew existed
For Want of something that  never will be mine?

The definition eludes me the more I try to
Deflect,
The emotions that surround me from the moment we met.
Ambition is one thing, as success is another,
Turning new leaves,
with nothing left to uncover.
To live freely without love or be loved with a whole heart.
The grass is never greener when we go back to the start.
Be honest to yourself, to your woman or your man.
If you don't be strong now
prepare to be a part of someone else's plan.

It's always in a song.
The one I play on repeat.

It's up loud.
But only I can hear it.

It's the same beat.
But always slower than my pulse.

Taking you to places where your heart knows.
3.52 min is all it takes.

I used to yearn but now it's admired.

Always the same song. Just the memories change.

Some people will say its a weakness,
But in reality it is not.
Sadness is very powerful, empowering.

It's easy to tap Into.
Into a depth no other energy would travel.
To some its a drug. Addicted to the suffering.

The high after the weep,
It's all energy focused through perspective.
It makes you think. It makes you feel.
The level. Perceptive. Respective.

What other feeling can inspire, yet be named weakness?
Sadness is powerful and create change.

So embrace it. Use it. Love it if its all you think you have.  
Because after the tears, think back, there's always a sense of relief,

After the weep.

A jump start.
Or was it heads first?
Either way I found myself talking to flowers!

Yeah, how high?!
I, couldn't look away!
A past life recurrence in just a matter of hours.

Empty buildings.
Full insights.
In the glow of the moon.
Not seeing the end was a shape of a spoon.

I can't remember that walk home.
Was it cold?
Was I tired?
Pure chance we even met, my life was inspired!
The soul is deep and the mind ever deeper.
Free spirits we are, but always a 'keeper'.
Like A true treasure kept or the powers of a hero.
I'll think of you always ....
you're my one.
My zero.