Some people seem                                                            
to lead blessed lives, as though touched                  
by some divinity                                                       
Everything seems to fall                                   
into place                                                        
but that can't truly be how it is           

                                                    I look at my life
                                  and because I've lived it
                                     I can see the cracks
   I can see where there were wounds
              and where some still are        
I can see every blemish on my life          
but I'm convinced no one else does                

Someone told me once                            
that all of us walk a hard road            
it's how we take the tumbles              
    that tells of our grace                               
so I'm glad that no one      
   can see where I've really been    
   or how much of me is missing        
     if I'm putting on a good show            
it means that I'm protecting them  
from my pain                    
         my struggles          
                            so that their journey  
                                  has just a little bit less  
                                                               of both.

Lying awake          
Thinking things    
Terrible things      
Lonely things        
Forgotten things  
Feeling empty      
Cast aside              
Left alone              
Abandoned
Rolling over          
Still alone              
Hold yourself        
Slowly crying        
Leaking feelings  
Releasing pain      
Loneliness
Cold fear              
It catalyzes          
Opened eyes      
Realized dreams
Quick gasp        
               Awake.

Time is a funny thing
It moves fast
And then it drags
It never seems to stop
Unless it shouldn't
You can't pin it down

Time feels like so much
Making days whip past
Crashing moments together
Blurring the seconds
Causing you to forget
What you went into the room for

Time hides a lot
It stretches the memory
So that we forget the details
And use our own personalities
To fill in the blanks
That time leaves behind

It teaches us valuable lessons
But we hardly ever hear them
So busy we are
In our days
That we forget ourselves
As we scurry to finish
Things that will never be done

Time fades
The dwindling daytime
Crosses over to night
In the measure
Of the 4th dimension
Which ticks clocks on the wall
Then vanishes to the dark

Time can hurt you
When things take too long
Or passes in a flash
Forever in an instant
And the other way around
It can break promises
Causing your heart to ache

Time is an evil tool
Marching you along
To the beat of the drum
No end in sight
But the one most try to avoid
Death
That final frontier
No one wants to see

Time is eternal
And no matter what you do
It will teach you
It will outlast you
And it will create within you
A panic that you'll never shed
Of time lost that you never had.

Words
They change things
Even as you think them
You change
You speak them
And others change
This change is irreversible
It is dramatic and violent
Words spoken
Can't take them back
And even if the listener
Is only half-hearted
They will remember the words
Repeat the words
And forever change the world