On the page they draw me in.
In my mind, the drive me crazy.
Teaming up against me, like rugby.
Tainting things until they look ugly.
Telling stories, a thousand stories above reality
With crystal clear clarity.
These treasures, so pure it's too clear to see.
as with time, they get the best of me.
Idle hands; the rest is history.

Come on down to china town, where the rice is white and the chicken brown. The beef is sweet,  spices ground. Rice sweet and sour.  Shrimps rolled in duck sauce and shifted flour. Soup on the side, with soy and curry powder.

Doubt washing over me like a cold shower. Wondering over every passin hour. Hanging on my every word,
these thoughts I devour. Pondering endlessly, these concerns stressing me.
Stuck in glimpses of dreams,
As this world escaping me.
Courage leading, down twisting fragile roads as the world turns.
Left insecure and exposed.
Getting right On rocky roads.
Wondering where I should go,
Let fate guide my destiny.

Instead of asking for permission rather beg for forgiveness this is my life you'd understand if you lived this my heart bare witness to what other shouldn't witness learned from my lessons with the quickness started making moves on these misfits moving figures with logistics made moves left my imprint on modern day blueprints and morse code on these infants killing with instinct in an instant while making moves in sequence my frequency is frequent

Depression, is an infection, a collection of imperfections magnified by a clouded mind beyond the point of corrections.  Festering inside yourself hating. Laying there waiting, in the depths of your core, sanctioned by Satan. Anticipating, when your courage goes vacant, and your ego runs adjacent, and your mind becomes complacent. Before you can catch your second wind, depression sets in.   Telling you lies about what others are thinking. Leveraging your weaknesses, to make you a weakling. And you wont have an inkling.  Even thought you are loved, you feel unloved because you heart is in  glare; instead of protecting what is pure, its projecting things that are there, and reflecting your feeling you feel out of fear. about what  others think, or why they don't care – get stuck in your own thoughts with no time to sphere.

These sands of times
stand fair ground
over time
lose their worth
as they compound.
time heals everything
hands down
The solace whispers of time surround
hitting its mark
then leaving a mark
as these virtual hands of time make a round.
Never seen or touched,
always rushed
from behind.
restless as divine,
same is now
as in ancient time

Your thoughts are not matter.
maybe not to them, but to you.
which is enough.
There, sitting inside of you waiting for you to give them the breathe of life, strong enough breed the kind of light that might change a life.
that changes times
inspire minds that
in time, changes minds
repeat that one thousand-times
you've made his story
from speaking your mind.

I am the shadow
I am the support wherever others go
I help them shine even if it makes me darker
As long as they shine for me, I will feel better

But I am the shadow
That can also stand alone
The shadow that also know
How to be the light in the dark tone

I am the support of other
But I can also stand alone
I may be one that is known
As the light that was overpowered by the shadow