It's a strange thought to think that I am not just singular and free,
But a collection of the world, and all the world's just a part of me.
My thoughts, they come out, the world too,
It comes in, fused together, shapes make do
When every chair is just some wood, a function, and a given name,
Without the floor, the room, the maker, it could never be the same.
You see an object standing there, a thing to hold, a thing to see,
Believe it has a life on its own, but it's defined by you and me.
The body without us is no living, yet feels lived
The moment a joy appeared, was it earlier grieved?
A single deed has no true substance, a silent thought has no reply,
What is a doer without the doing, beneath an empty, watching sky?
A promise of a solid being, why does it feel like shifting sand?
This whole existence feels so borrowed, held in everybody else's hand?
Seated at my place, I have encountered too much already
I have lived a lot of lives, yet I don't see me steady.

It always starts the same, like a constant repeat.
What connection struck, this guy I that I happen to meet.
It's a strange design to read a mind and want to keep it near,
to build a bond of confidence, and hold the friendship dear,
When every joke and secret shared feels like a perfect, platonic art,
Why does a hint of romance feel like a switch that pulls it all apart?
You feel the subtle shift in meaning, a question hanging in the air,
Believe the only path forward is to act as if you just don't care,
A kindred spirit in a million, a connection you can't just ignore,
What is the value of this union, when you know he's hoping for something more?
I am just closing all the windows, before he tries to break the door,
What is this closeness, what is this trust, what is this solace, if it's keeping score?
Only way comes to become gentle ghosting, why must a kindness feel so cruel?
This understanding felt so honest, 'til it became a different kind of fuel?
And how is it that as always, I feel like a villain,
I never signed up for more, now my loss to attain.
What is it now left for me, that I must keep erasing people from my lane.
I am jaded to meet anyone, to keep myself on the edge of being sane.

It's absurd to believe that there is someone for somebody,
the likelihood of finding that somebody in the crowd of everybody,
When everyone has woven in their mind, an entirely different reality
Is it a curse to be on your own for your entirety
You find travelers on their journey, and get a word in
Believe that the entire world, heaven above must be listening
A human in a billion, with rest so many other beings
What are the chances of meeting the one surrounded by many
I am just running in and out, about over my destiny
What is fixed, what is variable, what is relationship, if not temporary?
A promise of meeting in other life, why bind me in the cycle.
A lifetime seems so much, yet incomplete without somebody?
What is it in me, that I am not sufficient to be without anybody?

Maybe I will be gone but you wouldn't know,
I am not part of your universe anymore.
You plucked me out of your thoughts
I don't think it matters to me when I am gone.
It just affects me now thinking you will care not,
I admit I cannot force my way into the lives I wish to touch.
I hope you remember me, my dilemma is such.
A person's significance is put to test when he is gone,
But you are significant to me, so much I care about.

Every day-
a page
in the book
of life

how should
I live?
What can
I give
to a world
soaked
in tears
and suffering
stifled
with endless strife?

Wherever
I step
let me be
on the side
of the caring
the peaceful
the noble
the humane
the just
and the right

let me
have the courage
to stand up-
every form
of injustice
and cruelty
to fight

let me
lift up
the hands
of the kids
in fear
hunger
in pain
each in
untold plight

if my life
were to bear
any meaning
let my heart
and mind
be bent
towards  the woes
of my fellow beings
and if
to this cause
I sacrifice
without pause
I'll die
feeling
satisfied
with nothing
missing
fulfilled totally
fully worthwhile

If I was time
I'd see so many starts,
everyday moving,
every micro second,
the world changing,
pushing and pulling,
the universe exploding,
the earth rotating,
the man exploring,
the man and its unquenchable thirst,
the cycles repeating,
the rise and the subsequent fall,
the fall always follows the rise,
the end following the beginning,
It's temporary, that is permanent,
this too shall pass,
life is fair,
Time and time, again
are we all here in vain?

these echoes are still in my mind

(that look in your eyes,
the one you gave across the world)

scraps of you torn apart by time

(the promises we made,
wavering like a conquered flag)