I go to a gym to run and lift.
After I feel weaker rather than stronger.
I eat for nutrition.
After the meal I feel sluggish and sleepy.
Weakness is a prerequisite of Strength.

Clouds and colors painted across the sky,
Evening is upon us in all of it's wondrous glory.
The golden hour; an artist's canvas.
Sunlight glows over the treetops,
Saying goodnight to the daytime; welcoming dusk.
A sliver of the moon; peaking out making it's presence known.
For in a few short hours the sky will harbor a new scene,
One where the moon becomes dominant over all.
Deep blue darkness with perfectly plotted stars burning millions of miles away.
I wonder to myself of all the star crossed lovers,
Who have looked upon the same night sky.
I feel lucky to have you by my side in this moment of beauty,
For true love shall never die.

Whispers in the air from a forgotten dream,
a world with no options left, disappearing into obscurity just to escape from all this.
Monsters do exist, I've seen them.
Bigots know their place with select souls available, a social desolation.
The world I see changed, but unchanged....
With old ghosts kicking down the door.

Blue in the distance and blue at shore

I hold secrets I will never tore.

My calmness relaxes

And my torments enchant.

My long time beauty always adorn

Forever a mystery that lives on its own.

I've seen enough, I've lived for so long,

My waves tell a story that never gets old.

A story you like it by now, I know

I've seen you before

And I know you'll always come back for more.

All that we do,
Why is it only about love?
All that we write,
Why is it only about love?
All that we dream,
why is it only about love?
All that we hope,
Why is it only about love?