The darkness of where you sit
Ensures you get goosebumps
Until that one little light is lit,

The darkness of where you sit
Ensures your insides crawl in you then crumble,
Until that one little light is lit

The darkness of where you sit
Will wait until you embrace it's lack of color,
Until you embrace its untroubled silence,
Until you embrace its weakened will,
Its calm shroud of absence,
Its unexpected peace.

So restrain.
No light needs to be lit

There will never be such a thing like
Floating up to the surface to try again,
So embrace your depths,
Along with another's arms
This isn't love

So quick to always speak the mind
Yet stumble over those same thoughts
Regret?
Realization?

Controlled thinking,
Doesn't really
Exist,
Does it?

You are never gone but forgotten,
As if you still glide by my mind,
Every night when I lay to go blind,
And every day to which I awaken,
You never cease keeping me shaken,
As if my desire for something like you,
Is something that is simply in me, imbued,
Certainly and powerfully confused,

And so I held a definite truth,
Destroyed to become a part of an imagination,
Sadly always more-so a fantasy of our youth

Now as we understand,
Plagued by truth,
The magic of naïveness,
Will always be

Gone but never forgotten

They can feel you falling away,
Never longer the same, Never longer,
Unable to break,
And may someone who feels for you,
Help you out of the rays of the sun,
May they help you glide by its shadows,
For the most obvious reasons,
Though that very few
Can purely
See

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And so I think for someone else,
Not myself
For once,
As I hear the baby cry its cry and sob its sob,
While I walk,
As I hear some other mom tell her daughter,
That next year it won't be a school night,
Next year she can sleep over,
Next year she can do this
And do that,
Just be prepared.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

Sometime afterwards,
I'm hit by the intoxication of imagination,
The visuals that form spontaneous speech,
And words that form anything but sentences,
Though they form expression,
Nothing like this, though.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And So I'll walk again,
Maybe in this night or,
Maybe in the upcoming day,
Well really,
In the upcoming true episode of life that hits me soonest,
Nothing of the sort regarding the past,
Nothing of the sort regarding now,
And nothing of the sort regarding the future,
Whatever hits me that is a timeless presence.

The whole problem is that the timeless presence is one of a kind,
One of a kind that barely anyone is willing to find,
And I dare someone to slash me blind,
The timeless peace that is yet with my life aligned,
Will find me when I find it

When I forget you it's gonna be the end of time,
It'l be when that last word you say,
Continues on as a beautiful fading chime,
Fading away as I grab it,
Through that blurry well-known threshold,
That separates us from us,
That separates me from me,
So on I can go,
And on you can show,
That it's something,
Like a voice,
that can be carried,
Through an illusionary eternity

I guess you could say
It'l be a soon to be mystery,
Something new,
Out-of-the-blue,
Where thoughts just won't align,
Something that we've all once embraced,
A long long time ago,
When no thoughts were traced,
By ourselves,
Because of the fear of ourselves,
It was a long long time ago,
When nothing was understood,
And once things hit you,
They puncture the very center of your soul,
And it depends on who you are for how to take it,
How to take the hate,
How to take death,
And how to take fate,
But I think it's safe to say,
Eventually everything goes away,
A scary and traumatizing thought but
The key is to take it differently,
Once everything goes away,
It doesn't really go away,
It stays for the right people to embrace,
And the wrong people to jealously face,
But its up to you to create,
And the mystery, is really...
What is it, and who are you?