This space in between
Severely ill
And
Finally well
Is so full of confusion
This mixed bag of
Pain
Happiness
Heartbreak
Memories
Old habits tempting
Creeping up to pull you down
While you can see light ahead
Begging you to get better
These are the growing pains
Of recovery

Can the entire ocean
all be swallowed by my eyes.
If I make it to the moon,
will I then feel left behind.
Is there an end to the world,
that is decided by time.
Will I see beauty so great,
that I truly must go blind.
At the end of the last road,
will at least all colors rhyme.
I fear the war will not stop,
these enemies in my mind.

The sun found you first today
I will find you soon
Soon enough

the spring comes and the winter leaves
now i'm missing the fun i had with splinters and leaves
crazy how life goes so fast when you don't notice
and everything just slows down when you blow it
i know it's natural, it's okay to mess up
but i gotta fess up, i'll never make it to the best of
the greatest hits won't include me
no one will ever introduce me
you won't ever know the new me
because the version you see will die eventually
buried in a forest of words, six feet under
buried alive until another summer
never stopped to wonder where people go
never stopped to think if people know
if people grow, if people change
otherwise everything just looks the same
it's all so plain to me, somebody explain to me
how you can stay sane doing the mundane
it's all routine, we're all just moving
on and on, moving along, until our next favorite song