Tires spin out in the snow
The gas tank is running low
The heatings been turned off
To salvage fuel lost

My fingers and toes become numb
As I hold on to the wheel
And slam on the gas
Maybe if I slam on it harder I’ll get unstuck

Welcome home
To the home
Of the alone

Though days have come and gone
And I’ve learned different songs
I still long to find where I belong

And as moments become long
And the weak overcome the strong
It’s hard to say when I wasn’t wrong

Welcome home
To the home
Of the alone

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Tear me apart like a sheet
Like a thin piece of paper
Listen to the sound as it shears
Slowly
Turning from one piece to many
No more, no more tears please

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“The patterns in the stars can mean something or they can mean nothing at all, it’s all a matter of perspective. Your beliefs are hot air and so are mine, I choose not to buy what you’re selling. Cheers and don’t send me articles”
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You were the moon, you were the stars
Way up high in your pedestal.

Now every once in a while,
You appear on my social
Arguing with with the elderly
Over something political.

As light escapes the day
The beast locks himself inside his cage
Thinking of another way
To gracefully forfeit the stage

Away from home but with herself
She’s given up on foreign help
Building walls for mental health
To forget the pain she’s felt
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Moon, ascending, sun and Venus
Slow return to their beginning
They see their life full of misuse
They begin to feel the planet spinning

Isolation, darkness, darkness
They begin to see the light reflected
The beauty in a life so pointless
Once again they feel connected

Fear will always be there.
Following, tied to your ankles

In the brightest days one can see it so clearly,
In the darkest nights it becomes the hard air to breathe

Fear knocks on your door
The more locks you get, the louder it knocks

Fear sounds like birds chirping on a Saturday morning
The harder you try to sleep, the closer they seem

Only once one takes a breath of air,
Embraces the dark,
Opens the door,
And sings with the birds.

When they give in to their fears,
They will become free from them.

You’re not the first
With lines along your arms
who I spoke of love with

You look at me
with your funeral eyes
Bruising both your soft knees

You play a song
Of wasted lives
Tugging on my heart strings
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Now I’m gone
Surprisingly.
We dig a hole
Of misery.
I’ve said I’m sorry
I really am.
Now we’re lonely
Once again.

I am jesus
I am buddha
I am god

Like the prophets
I was born of earthly flesh.
I am one
With the entire universe.

You are jesus
You are buddha
You are god

Like the prophets
You were born of earthly flesh.
You are one
With the entire universe.

It takes one to know one.

Now that the days are getting brighter
you were so trapped inside
  I promise a little more
  before going to open the doors
  I know you feel lonely
  to be trapped inside
  I wish you were at home with me
  it's a sacrifice
  I miss you my friend
  i always miss you so much
  I wish you could go out
  and explore the memories
  we lost during those few weeks
but i guess it's another stream of thought
i miss you so much i miss you a lot

The future’s not promised
Death will find us all
We lie when we’re honest
I’ll embrace my fall
Que sera, sera

The past is forgotten
Our lives will be too
After we’ve rotten
Nothing is new
Que sera, sera

Tomorrow is gone
So don’t even rush
Flowers and fun
Burn all your cash
Que sera, sera

Let go of control
And then you’ll be free
Your body goes cold
Feeding the trees
Que sera, sera

I’ve been blinded by the light
I’ve been taken from the cave
I can no longer fight
I can barely behave
I envy all, who still believe
In anything at all, I wish I wasn’t free
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I’ve been sitting in the void, for far too long
And any time I try to be like you all
Before I can love the shadows on the wall
I’m dragged out kicking, swinging from the hole
-
I don’t know what to do anymore
I don’t want to change anything at all
There’s no cause I feel any way about
And even myself I could do without
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I see you on your phone, so self involved
Chasing money, fame and love through a machine
But who am I to judge, those lovely screens
That help me for a bit, suspend my disbelief
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No one likes their job, no one likes their lives
Everyone pretends everything’s alright
No wonder we are sick, we’ve been living a lie
But lying is easier than starting a fight

The cherry blossoms bloomed in spring
But the winter winds came roaring
The summer sun rose to the sky
And the petals basked in beauty

With the heat, in just one week
The petals started falling
Our love my friend, was short and sweet
Ended just as I was falling

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Now I thirst empalagado
For a nice, cool glass of water
Though my path is curved and narrow
The next stop has what I’m after

No dice, spread lies, not nice.
Steel knives, dark eyes, fist fights.
Stained whites, no lights, broke kites.
No ice, cat, mice, no rights.

You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
A sweet smile with a bitter aftertaste
Too nice to be rude to me directly
I become lost in the misdirection

You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
I like it warm but you let it go cold
And that’s not what I asked for
Yet you keep me on hold

You’re the matcha latte I drink in the afternoon
It’s a waste of money and time
But it’s something to do
While I’m waiting in line

It’s criminal to think
That life is all there is.

In our endless slumber
We are just a dream.

Realignment.
Did I ever stray from my path?
Is there really a greater plan?
One step forward, to step back
Two step backwards, right on track.
Love, I wish you all there is
As life takes you through the mist.
It’s ok. It really is. It’s ok.

As the avenues, turn to corridors
My air conditioned breath,
saves me from the heat.

As I stare, into the void,
With eyes wide shut,
There is always someone there,
I would like to meet.

Yet I sit alone, and listen restlessly
To the songs play, endlessly on repeat

I am not my thoughts , I am not my beliefs
That’s what I think and what I believe