If you crack open the door
To another’s world
You peer into their eyes
Scavenge around their brain
You discover a fortress of darkness
A collection of horrific events
Confined only by the fear of destruction
Huddling together
To defend themselves against the ways of the good
Slowly recruiting more witnesses of unforgettable misery
Surrounding the wicked, a new substance forms
Brilliant memories
Those which sparks fly
Emotions collide
Becoming uncontrollable happiness
Happiness so vibrant it blinds all the evil that gazes upon it
Its depth created an abyss
So those who crashed to its bottom
Were overwhelmed with laughter
Venturing on,
Rolling hills of sweet dreams
Seep imagination into souls
Inspiring a few to sprout wings
And soar
But most stayed grounded
And stumbled into unsuspected pleasures
Miniature eruptions of perfect bliss
That flowed into a mellow harmony
Soon they realized the bittersweet feeling
Of an incomplete catastrophe
Of remaining inside artificial boundaries
However, they discover the interpretation of life
And how it can all be summed
In the look of an eye
For the universe,
Is only found within

I miss that old tree
Made out of dark, hard wood
Forever standing
With twisted grooves
That let you glimpse at its tales
I remember the strong branches
Which held me up to see the world
And caught me
Before I stumbled into an awful fate
I liked to rub my fingers
Over the scratched, unprotected wood
That people engraved with their names
Just wanting to be remembered
I long to watch the stories of the leaves again
They weren't afraid of their future
But embraced it
And my ears still echo
With the voices of robins
Whose mystifying melodies
Slipped me into daydreams
Daydreams of adventures
Of memories of the old oak
I was eager to have it whisper its wisdom
To have my eyes open to the world
Oh, how I miss that old tree
Oh, how I miss that old part of me.