In this world
of suffering and pain,
I find solace ​within
the ​pages of a book
and the world it carries.

For you are only human,
You can not do it all.
You will fail and
you will succeed.
In your failures, get back up.
In your success, be humble.
You are expected not to be the best,
But you are expected to try your best.
Feed your curiosity,
Expand your boundaries.
Just remember, you are only human, you can not do it all.

Sometimes I am overflowing with emotion
that I am unable to identify
So all I want to do is cry
But why?
If someone saw the river as I let it out of my eye
and they ask me 'why,'  I wouldn't be able to reply
I would be at a loss for words because I too don't now
"why?" would then become such a complex question
a math problem that I do not possess the formula to.

There has to be a reason.
Water boils because there's fire underneath,
But I do not know who lit it.
All I know is that the water is boiling.
All I know is that I want to cry,
But I dare not for I do not have an answer to "why?"

You are a puzzle,
different things piece together to make you,
different verses,
different interests,
different traits,
different desires,
different claims,
different culture,
different race.
If they wish not to understand, do not make them.
You do not have to prove to anyone, but yourself
that you are a beautiful creature, inside and out.

Sometimes I think about the after-life and all of its absurdities
Life is just a flash of light between two eternities
There’s no hell below or heaven above
You’ve already experienced the void
So what are you so afraid of?