Unbelievable
Catastrophically beautiful
I reflect the many unusual
Aspects of numerous physical
Understandings of the usual
Misdiagnosis, I am the typical
One of a kind, somewhat mythical
Kind of creature, more suitable
For a reality that is musical
Oh, but you will see the perpetual
Cues that put you in a visual
Hologram of a disputable
Nature - it is unlike any future
Disputable, delusional, junior
Planet I have ever seen
And so I will lie here and dream
Of stars I will one day orbit, these
Desires to become, to just be
Without misplaced agony
Teaching lessons I suppose I need
But that is not all that is me
I will remember it is only
Moments like these
That will become forgotten,
Fleeting memories

i'm lone for now
but i will get lonely someday,
in some way.

Some say ignorance is bliss, but ain't nothin bliss about not knowing what to say.
During the day i wander far away, sometimes i stay, and sometimes i stay lost.
But i wouldn't say i'm completely sad, just deeply saddened at times. But sorrow has melody i tend to say, so i often sink in solitude, with quiet flute-sound as companion.

We can be lost in so many different aspects ya know.
In prospects that keep us hopeful when we rise and fall.
But thats not always a bad thing, though we do tend to lie in lies that feel all so true,
hence why we seek truth, but get lost anyway, and love to love and be loved, yet we won't forget lust in anyway.
But theres only one type of lost that is beyond all mortal cost, yet its debt has long been paid by that One we tend to cross.

I've been told "where the mind goes the man follows"

so as i go on my gentle way, there's just one thing left to say,
keep calm, watch the storm go by
wave goodbye, wave hello,
let things go,
because it's the simpler-subtler things that sing with utter adore

That cracking sound i hear,
it must be the the sound of my heart breaking
but how is it my heart is not aching ?

Could it be the art of breaking hearts is but a numb affair ?
To be fair, i do not know, and though i am fairly unaware
i am sure some may truly beg to differ,
And to that i say to each their own

To each their own
To each their own

atleast now i have something to call my own.

Music is a free spirit roaming round,
freeing souls and stealing souls.
and the funny thing is,
we're all meant to pay for it.

Just let that marinate, before its too late.

You'll never know...
When you'll be head over heels
The most enchanting feeling in the world
Your unknown desires, it reveals
A current in you will endlessly twirl

You'll never know...
When happiness fills your heart
Having a precious bundle of joy in your arms
You'll realize in your life, he's the most important part
Not forgetting, he'll make the best morning alarms

You'll never know...
When your heart will be scrunched
Like a ball from a piece of paper
Feels like your chest is being ruthlessly punched
Your skin peeled off with a serrated scraper

You'll never know...
When a friend will turn his back
Whose hand you held, all these years
Intentionally causing an emotional attack
In disbelief, you gather invisible tears

You'll never know...
When you'll be caught in an unexpected plight
Daily reflections occur, due to lack of wisdom
To ease your dark path, you yearn for a ray of light
Nothing much you can do except to crave for freedom

You'll never know...
When the time comes, you might bleed to death
Tears will flow drowning your skin
As you breathe your last breath
You wish you had more time to atone for your sins

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