Peace of mind.
A breath of harmony.
Become lost, then find
the thought so free.

Discard each limit.
Both high and low.
Take a hit...
Desire to know.

The loss of fear.
A comfort so near.
Passion so deep.
These things so dear.

Darling take a leap...
The dead can sleep.
Welcome to the soul's premiere.
Meaning you shall reap.

In the midst of the storm
a stronghold survives
in usual form.
It has touched many lives.

Pain and rage define all that surround.
Yet, functionality relies on destruction.
What becomes lost is never again found.
To become great, stand among none.

Loneliness is human nature.
Those at peace understand.
There lies the difference between wise and mature.
Be the island... So unlike the masses of land.

Patience, few have known.
Comprehension, few will acquire.
Honesty is rarely shown.
And happiness... A fickle liar.

But peace... That is the goal.
Enduring the struggle,
through ignorance of turmoil
while living a life never so dull.

Complications define our choice.
Day by day, we fear.
True love needs no voice.
Each smile faithfully followed by tear.

Confusion muddles our tormented minds.
Day by day, we hope.
Yet we are windows housing unruly blinds.
We are the threads of fate, forever intertwined as rope.

Courageously we defy what others say.
Day by day, we trust.
But the ends of our rope must soon fray.
And we shall discover if such love was merely lust.

Countlessly, I think of you.
Day by day, I remember.
From your hello to my adieu...
My passion is a fire, and each memory an ember.

We talk, but we don’t speak.
You look, but you can’t see.
Honesty is what I seek...
Yet it’s what I’ll never be.

It hurts to make you blind.
Even worse, that you don’t know.
But no satisfaction shall I find
upon sinking you to my  low.

Such tragedies are mine to bear.
So trust in me, please.
This life I could never share.
My heart, you won’t receive.

Simply a word...
The world spins.
Thoughts go unspoken, unheard.
Shutdown begins.

Anger fights reason,
ignores love most,
to defend against this treason
and all that was once held so close.

Away, far from the war
confusion spreads as poison.
One must become their own savior.
For between people, no battles are truly won.

The struggle exists within...
The heart and the mind.
Real strength is found far below skin.
Yourself, alone you must find.

Lets run... Far and long.
No? Give reason.
For the independent are strong,
and the free fear no season.

Hardships create.
The weathered survive.
The deciders of fate
were once the deprived.

Now they rejoice
in all they endure.
For they are the voice
that was once unheard.

So away lets go...
welcoming the unknown.
Making us even more
than mere skin and bone.

Slowly the winds will change.
The reminisce of this season
shall be swept out of range
without thought nor reason.

Nature holds no fear
for a life so uncertain.
All must inevitably disappear
without knowing when.

Acknowledge this destiny
facing each day
in hope another you will see
even upon losing your way.