All the money I wasted
All the trash I accumulated
All the people I misguided

I am just in the way...

I laughed
I cried
I made things
I broke things
I won
I lost
I was loved
I was hated
I lived...
and when I leave
I hope I did a good job...

The fear of death
Brings you closer to it

The Attention that you seek...

Is the same Attention you are running from...

The fountain that you neglect...

Is the very fountain from which passion pours from

The path you pass up

Is the same path that possesses your destiny

We are all wandering on a quest for "It"

Do not be so quick to turn

"It" is in front of you

Something's coming!!

wait...why?

nothing in sight
insane insights always trouble me

somewhere inside this hectic mess
exists profound enlightenment

It is invisible
but ever present
and ever assertive
your treasure on the other side
your new on the other side
but the wall is content with your old
and will force you to be too
The harder you struggle
The harder it fastens its obstinate grasp
to your soul & the dreams tied to it