Stares they seem to touch me
Brush against my hardened shield.
I no longer fail to confront them
I know if I turn they won't be there
At times I start to worry for my mental health
Cause countless times I felt a fool
Paranoid dispite no proof
My eyes would never cease
to scrutinize the room
The person present besides me
Was always different and nobody I knew
These times I might have been paralyzed
Or chose to up and run back home
In the darkness was the safety of my room.
My lonely life, was still my terrible truth
If was crazy then just maybe I should not
Submit the eyes to my demise.  
But when you're crazy, please tell me
How to know the truth?
I feel the eyes.  Or maybe I've come too have a ***** loose?

Waters flowing to wide
Inside my heart insists
beyond the line of earth and sky
A place for those that dare it
but to enter the endless fuel of oceans
is to leave this place to nowhere certain
endless possibilities in death
Nay, what I seek is beyond mirrored shores
A land that promises only the brave
risk for reward of inner peace
belonging to something and introduction
to a calling, contentment and a name bestowed
reputation only of that which is demonstrated
a new beginning.  
I will know this, for I aim to build a bridge
to walk there safely, outsmarting foolish tests.
A better way to pursue this quest.

Reading thoughts owned and placed for hidden purpose
I begin to notice a pattern that is one of searching
travels and sought after views, of seeking and wanting
another life, or, appreciative reflection
of places I have never been, or that elude
when in truth, I have been no where, seen nothing
other than my day to day, my place of living.
I only know of here.  Have not laid an eye on a place
that haunts these writings.  Where must that be I wonder
as I post this pondering.

Hello, Folly.  

What shall I do today?

Okay.

Thank You Folly.
With out you...
Things may change.

Worse, they stay the same.

With you Folly,
One tries anyway.