Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

Are we confined at all? Humanity lacking, where to find?
Stuck in this place, mind's grip, slow grind.
So much, myself, in this me-ness deep,
Like a lost limb, my beingness keeps.

Where's its place? This being's claim?
How's it all added up, this hollow game?
What if, truly, I'm less than I am?
Not real at all, a nothing's sham.
No I, no me, just not to be, plain.
Then to be or not, that's the eventual pain.

A void, yeah, us, a freedom's jest,
Not to be, can be, formless, hard to digest.
A soul hunting "what does it mean?"
But we're all the same, it would seem.
Simple, less, just the normal mundane,
We lie, we gather, can't wait to explain.

Stilling,
a word that ain't right
Stilling, I feel the stillness still in me
Just for a second
I need continuing
rhythmic breaths keeping
I am not thinking, but am I?
Am I breathing right and stilling my mind?
Go figure, I am sleepless sleeping all the time.

Slipping,
Like I had time and it is spilling
Like now how much more do I possess
Peace is slipping from the best of the hands
We were calm before, future uncertain
It's the present I don't know
It's in second break, slipping into a trance

Stopping,
My thoughts like a top, endlessly spinning
A spiral of worries, a ceaseless hum
Is this a dream, or has my reality come undone?
The world spins on, indifferent to my plight
Trapped in this moment, suspended in night
I yearn for an end, a quiet release
From this relentless turmoil, I seek inner peace.

Sinking,
Deeper into the silence, slowly shrinking
The edges of my being, blurring and faint
A whisper of self, a silent complaint
The weight of the world, a heavy embrace
Leaving no room for time, no time, no space.
Just this hollow echo, a fading sound
As I lose myself, nowhere to be found.

Surrendering,
To the quiet starking dark, no longer contending
The fight has left me, a weary sigh
Beneath the vast and indifferent sky.
This hushed acceptance, a strange new grace,
A fading pulse in this empty space.
No more struggle, just a gentle sway,
As I finally let go of this body, and drift away.

i feel their eyes on me
and can't help but wish
they were yours
your stare always enough
to set me alight
pinning me in place
a lamb longing for the wolf
for only you
can capture me so wholly
like prey greedily awaiting the hunt
their eyes find mine
and all i see is you.

Seriously I am not sure
This uncertain future
Are we this close to the doom
I feel disaster after disaster
And I fear I'll hear next is BOOM!

This close to my place
this close to losing everything
humanity to turn to its end
back to being primitive
it will be back to **** and live
A skill I can not compete in.

The air hangs heavy, thick with dread,
Of untold stories, silently bled.
A ticking clock, a muffled sound,
As ancient fears begin to unbound.
This fragile peace, a thin veneer,
Hides the true chaos drawing near.
I watch the news, a constant stream,
Of broken hopes, a fading dream.

Each headline screams a chilling call,
As shadows lengthen, threatening to enthrall.
The ground beneath us starts to sway,
Will dawn truly break on a brighter day?
For years, they pulled the strings from shadowed rooms,
Whispering chaos into quiet blooms.

They redrew borders, stirred up ancient strife,
A grand design, shaping every life.
The rivers diverted, the forests laid bare,
For profits hidden, beyond all compare.
They thought they mastered the delicate art,
Of playing God, with a calculating heart.
But something shifted, a tremor deep within,
A rising current, where their reign grew thin.
Now it's out of their control,
The nature will take the toll.