My hair and I don't talk anymore.
It's really quite sad because we were quite insightful together.
But now, the long mop is growing awry.
He no longer complements me.
He's made a mockery of my style.
My hair, I can safely say, hates me.

We tried counseling at the nearby parlor,
The counselor goes by the name of the barber.
he chopped at the problems and tried to make things right.
But the difference grew right back.
My hair's indifference to me is blinding.
I mean, I literally can't see!

We decided it was time to spice things up.
Bring back some excitement. By bringing another in the equation.
The gel, our saviour. The hero of our time.
This ******* was love unlike any other kind.

The moral of this story, is still a bit hairy.
Sort of like why beauty fell for the beast.

But 'hush she whispered'. He's under your bed. Say goodbye now, for he's forever dead.

I miss my glove,
The lonesome one,
It made my pair complete.

It seems quite rude,
To leave this school,
A hand warming symphony.

I feel quite odd,
Prancing about,
With one hand running free.

I fear I'll soon,
Be caught and ruled,
To be a bit loony.

So my glove-less hand,
Just caught a cab,
When there wasn't one to be seen.

People called,
This Faux Pas-ed prompt,
As the next fashionable piece.

My glove-less hand,
Became the talk of the town,
It was in every magazine.

Soon it grew,
Too big for it's shoes,
Or glove as in this case it would be.

It wanted out,
Of my jointed arm,
The world it had to see.

So I sat it down,
And offered it some ***,
Which it did gleefully ****.

The poisoned ***,
Made my hand numb,
The silence could actually be seen.

And that's when I saw,
My long lost glove,
Hiding in my sleeve.

Let's play a game,
She said to him.
I'll keep your heart,
In this tin.

Up on the shelf,
It will lie.
In my control,
You will die.

I'll share my love,
I'll be your fame.
I'll make you feel,
Like you're born again.

You'll find in me,
Your confidant,
Your talking tree,
Your agony aunt.

And when you fall,
For i'm sure you will,
In love with me,
All over again.

I'll take that tin,
The one with your heart.
And lock it in,
My cold, dark cupbord.

For you'll be mine,
And mine alone,
My simple pet,
My talking dog.

I'll make you dance,
I'll make you sway.
All alone,
In my dark cave.

And when i'm done,
With your heart.
Love will be,
All but a mirage.

And then the game,
Will find it's end.
And you will die,
Alone again

Run. Run.
Puff. Puff.
Run. Run.
Sip.

The daily life,
Of a slaving *****.
A sip of coffee,
A drag of the cancer stick.
And so the daily ritual begins.

The mail box beeps,
In a rhythmic beat,
The type of sound,
That makes you feel,
Like the back of your brain,
Just met a window pane.

Tring. Tring.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
Tring. Tring.
Click.

Pretentious people,
Pretend to be friends,
The knife behind their hands,
The smile plastered in.

The daily meetings,
The usual pains,
With the motor mouthed,
Sweet tongued *****.

Gulp. Gulp.
Slurp. Slurp.
Gulp. Gulp.
Hic.

The day ends as usual,
With a bottle,
What a kick.

As you swaddle over,
To that one room pit,
That you call home,
And see only in a swill.

Beep. Beep.
Tap. Tap.
Beep. Beep.
BANG.

You wished it over,
But the ritual just began.

His buttons were jumbled,
She soon realized.
She kept pressing rewind,
Yet he kept playing on.
She fumbled with the batteries,
Desperately trying to make it work,
To make him work.
She needed him to be the man she fell in love with.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse;

Now cut to an Agency,
(It makes for a great shot too)
Where men scurry around,
(There could be mice too).

Joy through the world,
Blares loud on a speaker,
Along with abuses,
Thrown at a receiver.

For here we save lives,
That's exactly what we do.
For imagine if for once,
No one told you what to do.

Turkey and Ham,
Warm bowls of stew,
Are what we are selling,
And we've got Santa too.

Wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a great New Year,
Is what we will be saying,
As we churn a brief or two.

Long ago I found hope,
In a distant place called home,
People talked of wondrous things,
Like Unicorns and magic beings.

I dreamed of home long ago,
A place that I could call my own,
Where fantasies came to life,
And we lived without any deadlines.

Home was sweet, and a little sour,
It tasted like butterbear in Harry Potter,
It was always new and never got old,
It was where flavours came to explore.

Always safe, never alone,
Home was more than the people it would hold,
Always larger on the inside than out,
It was a magician's trick, without his pout.

I miss my home, I miss it's feel,
But it wasn't a building, or anything concrete,
Nor the people, who made it whole,
It feels a little funny, even saying so.

Home was always a vision to me,
A complex web of ethereal beings,
Home was made of paper dolls,
Not meant to be played with,
But just looked at from afar.

Even now for me it's cold,
Home is a memory just not mine to hold,
Perfect, delicate and out of reach to all,
Home is never mine, nor could it be yours.

All I hope is to find my neighbour,
Someone as lost with a hope to wander,
We'll play this game and pretend to be,
A family as whole as an empty nest can be.

Button eyed and cotton filled,
We'll compliment each other and forever be filled,
With the yearning thought of finding our home,
We'll live together while always being alone.

Look down my child,
At this world below.
It's made for you,
A toy, a home.

I've filled it with colour,
With joys and grimes.
With curious creatures,
And weather alike.

It's vast and deep,
And it's even got sheep.
Though I'm not fond of the name,
It sounds kind of lame.

So I'll give you choice,
And plenty of noise.
Free will and likes,
To help you do right.

Don't fret my child,
For you wouldn't be alone.
I'll make you more,
With more of you.

And just for the flavour,
I'll even give you colour.
But all of them,
Would be all of you.
Not one different,
Except just in hue.

Now sleep my child,
And dream of pretty things.
Like Beatles and Music,
And all that you'll build.

And when you awaken,
You'll feel kind of lone.
But remember you're everywhere,
And here you'll always find a home.

Words flow simple,
Without a thought.
When you're in love,
And she's far beyond.

But the closer she gets,
The harder it seems.
To be the same love,
That made you lose sleep.

Nights filled with wonder,
Are now spent with her.
The nearer she gets,
The further you disappear.

Infatuatingly frightful,
Infuriatingly close.
Her love deems you mindless,
Wondering what went wrong.

For everything is right,
But the world seems hazed.
A misty might,
A question in the glaze.

Aaaah the Heaven above,
A safe haven for the lying scums,
A repentful cry and all is forgiven.

Aaaah the Hell below,
A labyrinth for the hollowed souls,
A tear for love and all is lost.

Aaaah the Earth that's here,
A truly wondrous place,
The hateful get loved,
The lovers get lost,
The lost find roads,
Entwined in another's soul.
The souls ride free,
In an excuse of a body.
A thoughtless zombie,
Just trying to be free.

But all that keeps us going on,
Is the thought of the Angles,
Above and Beyond.

I tried that little lie,
Called living,
I tried the fallacy,
Of caring.

I tried to build,
A life alive,
I tried to see how,
People got high.

But all I found was,
Pain worth dimming.
All I found was,
Graves worth digging.

A smile that beckons,
A simple Hi.
A look so longing,
It makes you sigh.

But that I suppose,
Is a part of the feeling.
The simple step,
To being human

Hi there Hurricane,
We meet yet again,
What started as just a gust,
Turned into the putrefaction of hate.

Just lust, ***** and a whole lack of trust,
Conversations became bold,
We talked the moon to the earth,
But home was always too far to know.

Pieces missing, people new,
Your world was an oyster,
But for me it was still stew,
We tried to build a home together,
But we burnt it down,
In perfect symmetry together.

I hate you,
I love you,
Which of the two,
Is never quite known as a fact.

We're slow roasting,
Into oblivion,
We try to hold onto,
What we thought was perfection.

We stabbed ourselves,
With many fine knives,
The Queen would often wonder,
Where her China went every night.

Goodbye together, goodbye alone,
Goodbye we can never say,
Yet we know it in our bones.

Lust is forgiving,
Love is not,
We'll hold each other close,
But we'll never tie the knot.

We love the villains,
We love our villains.
Love the wrong doers',
The anarchists at our doors.
Just as long as they are not ours.

We'll support the gays,
And fight for all hate,
As long as they're not us.

We'll sing for a better world,
And light a candle for their souls.
As long as they're not us.

We'll like their wars,
And bring food to their doors.
As long as they're not us

We love their words,
But their words alone.
We'll never be,
Part of their soul.

We'll weep for their loss,
And march for their rights.
But remember just,
As long as they're not us.

I've written of you,
A million times,
But never felt,
The lack of a beat.

I've spoken of you,
Like a villainess tyrant,
But never felt,
This taste of defeat.

My heart is gone,
The light is killed,
Darkness swarms,
A haze it fills.

I'll fight no more,
I'll always be yours,
But this love of ours,
Is your sweetest ****.

You ripped my soul,
You took it away,
You can burn it now,
It holds no weight.

Love is painful,
It's never around the corner,
But while I fight onwards,
You slipped in the blade.

The fault was mine,
I let you lose,
A treasure cove,
Invites the rotten few.

I loved you more,
Than I thought I could,
I let you fall,
From my grasp too soon.

My heart is gone,
It's buried deep,
What beats inside,
Is death's own keep.

Incomplete thoughts.
Incomplete songs.
Incomplete lies.
Incomplete fights.
Incomplete love.
Incomplete souls.
Incomplete me.
Incomplete whole.

Till our worlds collide.
I'm incompletely yours.

A slight brush of your hair,
Your daunting smile.
A wordless conversation,
Within our mind.

I know you're there,
You know my name.
The side hellos,
They make my day.

My mind it works,
At pell-mell speeds.
To find some words,
So we can speak.

But alas this story,
It never ends.
The conversations,
They never begin.

A silent sigh,
I breath it low.
You know my name,
You said hello.

I'm a conduit of your love,
A vessel for your heart,
A passageway to forever,
Until our next together.

It's okay you're strong,
You'll brave another day,
Of the beast on your shoulders.

It's okay you're strong,
Stop being so pessimistic,
Everyone dances to this song.

It's okay you're strong,
Fear and panic at 12am,
Is normal and to be expected.

It's okay you're strong,
We're meant to be workers,
And expected to always respond.

It's okay you're strong,
Your silence will be rewarded,
With promotions and growth.

It's okay you're strong,
Bullying is considered normal,
After all a client always wants more.

It's okay you're strong,
No need to speak up,
You'll not be heard no matter how much you shout.

It's okay you're strong...
But it's also okay if you're not

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your emotions are yours,
And to be defeated is better than to be destroyed.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can walk out if you want,
It doesn't make you any weaker.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can talk to me,
And I'll always guide you on.

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your strength isn't defined by the world around you.
It's okay if you're not strong.

A country lobbed with hate and fear,
Boundaries created as love disappears,
Broken dreams and broken homes,
Where colour divides, and sentiments too.

Movies lie, as do books,
This is no land of the free,
No freedom to even hope.

You're always an outsiders,
The man with papers,
Your identity a form,
Subjected to reform.

You're looked at with suspicion,
As a timer ticks over your head,
You're pushed into submission,
There's no home for you here to be made.

But as voices echo,
It's time to reflect,
There's no time to wallow,
No time to feel regret.

Push forward as one,
With the voice of the many,
Injustice is won,
In a chorus and symphony.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,

To everyone, who isn't one,
Of us or like our race.
Who doesn't have our face.
A different soul, a body not whole.
An alien race.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where women are percentages.
Their numbers count,
As diversity points,
To make you seem awake.
To actions that still don't change.
To wrongs that need to be addressed.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where colours are marketing tricks,
The many shades of,
Your Abercrombie jeans,
Not meant for you to wear.
Sold only in neighbourhoods up there.
Your skins just not the right shade.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,
But we can still,
Make it our own space,
Let's take it back again.
The world is ours to gain.
The young can be the poles.
That don't let greed control.
Say ok boomers go.
Let us be one and whole.

Those bridge​s.
Defiant, sure and ******.
The red lines defined by every move, every emotion, every tear drop.
Her eyes spoke the stories, if only he knew how to read.

Remember when we chased butterflies,
Ran behind dreams,
Stalked opportunities,
Shadowed hope and trailed desires.

Today, staring at a picture postcard laden desk,
The only thing I chase is the end.
Finality has replaced hope and uncertainty is no longer exciting.

We've grown beyond our age,
And aged beyond our dreams,
We're all but asleep,
With open eyes.

A nightmare as a daydream,
A de-shriveled reality,
A symphony of monotonic cacophony,
Of timelines and deadlines
Where we're all looking for a lifeline.

A throw out to yesterday,
Looked through kaleidoscopic eyes,
Where every tree was green and every sky blue,
Where the future held hope and life held purpose.

The propensity of life's indigence leaves you to ravish in its small prosperities leading to the question where does it all stop?

Is our entire life a battle between the two with an improbable nay an impossible outcome of one beating the other?

I suppose the best one can do is to cash out when the cards are hot.

But doesn't it all seem so futile, essentially what have we done different from the 7.3 billion other parasites all clawing there way to something unknown? What are we fighting, crying and dying for?

Do we even know? Why do we even bother smiling when we know the next minute we're going to bawl?

Isn't the nefarious elation and depression just an elongated version of a manic depressive. So why is one considered a taboo and a disease while the other called life?

It's so easy to be lonely,
A few simple words are enough to do it,
Or a lack there of.
A few people can do it,
Or none at all.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a crowded room,
Or an empty hall,
In a club full of people,
Or with a drink alone.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a relationship with ignorance,
Or a single soul,
With a lover in bed,
Or an empty home.

It's so easy to be lonely,
With your soulmate besides you,
Who you may have lost,
Or with devil as your best friend,
Who'll never hear your silent calls.

A man got lost in the thick of the city,
A forest of people or the walking trees,
He wandered around, for hours and days,
Yet couldn't find the moss to guide his ways.

He looked up at the stars,
Looking for direction,
But all he saw,
Was the light of delusion.

Our man was no hero,
Nor a person of the people.
He knew what he learned,
Through his own deductions.

No signboards guiding,
No hotspots lighting,
Just a lost sense of direction,
The type that leads to conclusion.

And through these lost days,
Did our anti-hero find,
His unpaved road,
His route home.

Rummaging through a library lost,
I found scripts long foregone.
A language made emotionless,
With words of letters and alphabets.

Yet poetry seeped,
Undiluted nor turned.
A sonnet of passion,
A hymn of love.

The rawness of words,
Not quite understood.
The barrier of language,
Not quite set onto.

An idiot speak,
So simply spoke.
A world of words,
Discovered without.

A simpler time,
For simpler minds.
Where oxford didn't,
Define my love.

As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like a deja vu of love,
Of experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
Like a common photographer,
Walked around selling profiles for a dollar.

The love we found,
To seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
Albeit in secret.
As we cook up stories,
For our beginnings.

Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.

I lost too many games to you,
I lost my heart in our last feud.
I lost a bit more that shimmering night,
I lost my friend in a battle of likes.

That one girl,
Stole both our hearts.
A pretty minx,
Who called us apart.

The string was thin,
Atleast for me.
I could only,
Find defeat.

The game was yours,
To begin with.
I was there,
To fit your win.

The girl was yours,
From the word said go.
But I was lost,
In that to and fro.

I repent my sin,
To your holy grace.
As I walk out,
With no face.

A lifeless lover,
Alone in dreams.
Who tried to discover,
What true love means.

The fault was mine,
To spark the skew.
Which left us here,
In the moment of truth.

But know this still,
I love you more.
You are my brother,
Forever long.

We fall in love.
He falls in love.
She doesn't care.
He waits, tick tock goes the clock.
He's tierd of waiting.
He starts to walk away.
She calls for him.
He runs back to her.
For what is life without hope.
He hopes.
She ignores.
He keeps on waiting.
She haunts him.
The occasional smile, her soft words.
And she's gone again.
But he knows better.
He thinks he knows better.
He waits.
She's gone.
He walks away.
She whisper's.
He runs towards her.
He's lost.
He knows he's lost.
He want's out.
Ooooh god he wants out.
He can't breath.
He rips his heart out.
He breaths a sigh of relief.
He's incomplete.
She broke him.
He broke himself.
He sits without a heart.
Without the capability to love.
The loveless man who loved too much.

So when the world ends,
Is it okay if I cry?
Is it okay if I'm less man,
Is it okay if I don't abide?

So when the world ends,
And we're just you and I,
Can I tell you I love you,
Without the fear of society's ire?

So when the world ends,
Can I shed a tear?
Can I cry unlike men,
Can I miss you forever more?

So when the world ends,
Can I finally say goodbye?
Can this be the final answer,
To what beyond the universe lies.

Somewhere fate and fault crossed,
And it landed him in her path.
He never used a map again.

You stole my words,
And made them yours.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

I lost through you,
Not just love.
But the sense of knowing,
What friendship was.

The tides were high,
As people changed.
But you I prayed,
Would still remain.

But the grave was mine,
Dug too by me,
Deep enough,
For you to leave.

You found your exit,
You took it and ran.
And stole from me,
My reminisce.

My sweet memories,
Were now just yours.
You left me alone,
Without my thoughts.

But I did fight,
That tainted heart.
I spat it out,
As I drew guard.

Of people who loved,
And friends alike.
You taught me dear,
How to survive.

I thank you now,
As my ashes feed,
My new life,
The one just for me.

The amber light,
In the darkened room.
A silhouette,
Of me and you.

As two dark shadows,
Synchronize,
In a dance of passion,
While the bodies lie.

The heated room,
Has come alive,
As the lovers swim,
Into the night divine.

The bodies shiver,
Into a tighter hug,
As the shadows quiver,
With the waltz of love.

Passion they say,
Never sleeps,
Love they know,
Is forever on its feet.

These two lovers,
Will never know,
As their bodies tire,
The souls never slow.

New age,
Old game,
Played for fame,
That's just a rage.

The million posts,
And tweets that roar,
Of hate and hope,
Juxtapose.

Money talks,
And ideas fall,
As the dreamers sell,
Soul for gold.

The future bright,
For the old with might,
As they dine,
On the young that shine.

Your saviour's you,
And you alone,
Catch those wisps,
That light up the road.

So loose that hate,
And those treacherous ways,
Forget that gold,
And the logic it holds.

Walk off that road,
Filled with *******.
And pave your own,
That takes you home.

Let it be so clear,
My dearest friend.
We're of different,
Worlds and ends.

I am aligned,
To find my light.
As you get yours,
With a golden coin.

But still we saw,
Each other as,
Equal as possible,
With you more than I.

So goodnight my brother,
Goodnight my friend.
Goodnight forever,
As we have different ends.

One a prince's,
The other a popper's.
But I love you still,
Like Moses and Gautam

The night was young,
So very young.
The moon bashfully peeped,
From the clouds above.
Still unsure,
If it was her cue,
In what was the longest,
Play in history.

We sat on the roof,
Or was it a veranda?
A whisky in our hand.
The cool white drops,
like silver tears,
The type you're not sure,
Are of joy or pain.
Usually a bit of both.

As I took a sip,
You talked to no one in particular,
About nothing in particular.
Laughing at a joke,
Which only you got.
But I laugh along,
Just to see your smile,
Widen a little more.

A drizzle fills,
Our emptying glass.
Longing for more,
Poisonous lust.

As the bottle drowns,
All our sorrows.
The rain covers us,
To forget tomorrow.

As you grow quit,
And look up above.
The night grows silent,
An exasperated pause.

You sigh and whisper,
A loneful night.
You get up and leave,
Me with the night.

My eyes they follow,
Your every step.
And leave for them,
Nothing but a silhouette.

Goodnight my darling, dearest friend,
As i follow you down.
But to a different end.

In the infinite universes where we exist, we've managed to find the one where we don't.

Walk with me,
On this moon-kissed night,
And I'll keep you safe,
Always.

My demon spoke,
As on my shoulder he rode,
Escape is just one life away

My shadow speaks in prose's tall,
Of where it's been and the things it saw.
Of mountain peaks and valleys long,
My shadow could write a travel blog.

I alas can't say the same,
Though I've visited all the places same.
My worries and my fearful heart,
Couldn't quite fathom this extricate art.

A prisoner of my shouting mind,
The words aren't silent, the fear divine.
An orange jumpsuit, is what I've adorned,
All my life without a single cloth on.

Locks and chains are lighter still,
Than the shakles of this panicked *****.
I'd trade my mind, I'd give it up,
I'd make it silent with that powdery white stuff.

I crave for silence in a quite room,
A moment of peace, some quietude.
I wish to travel like my shadow does,
Living and experiencing, not a reflective stop.

You and her,
Are words unclear.
You and her,
Are thoughts unheard.

It makes no sense,
That I know.
But love isn't supposed to,
Or so I'm told.

No rights, no wrongs.
No path's lie clear.
Just roads entwined,
For us to be near.

The commen sense,
Is but a fool.
Mocked around,
Just like a tool.

You know it's right,
And that is all.
Your senses dive,
Freefall.

Alas this love,
Is a one way street.
You lost hope,
To her shuffling feet.

You breath her in,
With one last look.
You keep her in,
Your unread book.

You say goodbye,
But you spell it weird.
You don't look back,
But keep a mirror near.

Let's be reckless, selfish and all around greedy.
Let's hold the world hostage to our whims and fancies.
Let's be fanatically in love and unabashedly lustful.
Let's do all that in life makes us seem disrespectful.
Let's throw a party like the Fitzgeralds.
From money stolen from working class *******.
Let's be the villains in someone's boring love story.
Let's redefine love to a psychotic new level.

Lets talk,
Through words,
And words alone.

No silent likes,
Nor hopeful sighs.
No playful hints,
Of shifting eyes.

Try a hi,
Hello.
Let's dance tonight,
Even the weather would do.

When did we lose,
Our perfect chaos.
To wishing people,
Would read our blogs.

Love is loosing,
In the battle of life.
Instead we're discovering,
A new social might.

Forgive me for praying,
For old school ways.
Of love at first sight,
Towards beauty, words can't define.

So switch off that smart phone,
And look back at the shimmer.
Love pays it's dues,
To all those who deliver.

As much beauty,
In her shadows,
As in her light,
New York hides nothing.

There truly is no magic,
As the magic,
Of walking down Broadway at 2am
And feeling like it's 4 in the afternoon.

It ***** you in,
And draws your breath away.
The city's a siren,
Ever luring, ever lovely.

You can lose you heart,
To New York and in New York.
But rest be sure,
She will break you,
Before she loves you.

So hold your breath,
And do as always done.
Make that promise,
The eternal vow,
More powerful than any I do,
And say, 'till we meet again'.
For it's never a goodbye.

We found some rope.
So we tied a knot,
In the hope we'll last forever.

But we tied it wrong,
Now our necks are bound,
A noose keeps us together.

Your demons hide,
Within your sight.
You breath to fight,
And fight to survive.

But Survival lurks,
Within the lurch,
Of a tattered Church.

Where restless souls,
Pray for hope,
To one day reach,
A defeatist goal.

A senseless race,
To beat the pace,
In a desperate game.

To be the first,
At god knows what,
Like mice to cheese,
Without a thought.

You run and run,
In an endless race,
Yet you seem forever,
In a circular maze.

This  life, this work,
Is a deep, dark abyss,
Filled with sorrow and dismay.
But if you're lucky,
Even just a bit,
You'll find a shining ray.

A love, the light,
In darkness will make bright,
And carry you across the shore.
Like Charon ferrying your soul.

So hold her tight,
In the darkest of night,
Pray she'll stay,
And free you from this haze.

Down the yellow brick road,
I found a little-lost soul.
Who guided me down a rabbit hole.
To face a time before I met you.
And there in the darkness,
I saw his face,
The broken me,
The soul who's heart didn't yet beat.

We were the orange tree,
Amongst the green leaves.
We were the ugly duckling,
In a pond full of white ducks.

We were bitter espresso,
In a cafe of caramel lattes.
We were the violin,
At an EDM concert.

We were different,
We were unique.
We were happily depressed,
In a world driven by happiness.

We were forever in love,
With an expiry date.
We were mentors of life,
When neither wanted to live.

We were always meant to die,
To become a better you and I.
We were always meant to be different,
When the world was looking for the same.

It would always be,
As it was intended to be.
A bittersweet good-bye,
Onto the next phase of life.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Our withering dreams.
As we walk forward,
We leave them be.

Yesterday's pilot,
Today walk on the streets.
A devoted husband's forever,
Destroyed by his wife's *******.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Those playful fantasies,
Watch how they die,
Like lust through *******.

Remember the rocketman,
Who discovered Mars's sea?
You looked for him all over,
Now he never lets you be.

Your past is a mirror,
Of your failures and defeats.
Each botched interview,
Each failed college degree.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They aren't quite how they used to be.
An opportune future,
Is a past that failed to be.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They never let us sleep.
They haunt your every moment,
They're nightmares imagined as realities.

I'm living with a lack of words,
Amidst this serendipitous fear,
The haunting of the  long unknown,
Loving this universe, unexplored.

The shoulders, small and lean,
Hold the weight of a collective being,
Aspirations take control,
Love tries to conquer all.

This is an ode of the unsure,
By those who dive before they look,
The abyss will swallow us whole,
Leading us to a brave new world.