Maybe it's not always bad to feel empty.
Maybe it just means you've given your love away and poured your heart out.
Maybe we should all be empty, of all our dreams, our hopes, our wanting.
Maybe when we find our one thing to pour our all in
Then we'll be glad we can be empty.

Or at least begin to be.

Stare into your beautiful eyes
See the lenses through which you have captured endless moments
Now they look back into themselves so deeply and strain with all they have to know themselves

To know you

To know me

To know anything

To know everything

I spread my arms and tilt my head and let the sunlight bathe me
The smile on my face is wide and worries they are fading
The river runs and current swirls in a glorious way yet lazy
It passes me and reflects green trees that stand so sure and greatly

I feel more than at home right now, this is a deeper love
Blame it on my hippie mind, but nature is my drug

The essence of striving
Breaking my will till I feel like I'm dieing
**** mediocre I'm yelling and writhing
Breaking platues 'cause I live to keep climbing

What is this in me that lives for the pain
People who don't do this they call me insane
But I'm not here for glory or to make a name
I'm here to prove to me that my will makes me change

Everything that happens has happened can't you see
Everything that happens to happen to you and me

Everything that happens they say happens for a reason
And when it does it brings a change and shift of seasons

Whether it is fate or all random in the end
Let's just accept the truth and realize now and then
Things like this happen and they happen fairly often
These things won't stop until your laying in your coffin

Every politician, banker,
Financier, and lobbyist
Needs a picture of
A guillotine hanging
In their office, just
Above the door,
So that they can daily
Be reminded, of exactly
What a people are capable,
When pushed to the brink.