Don’t you wish you were a kid again?
To go back and be happy and carefree,
Feeling the wind, each time feeling newborn.
Time moved so much slower then.

I wish I could go back,
And be different than I was,
Live life to the fullest,
And bring no one woe.

But those days are gone now,
Those summer days where I would stay up way too late,
Playing in the street.
They are gone for me.

Those cool winter afternoons,
Where playing basketball at noon,
Meant a cold sweat,
And the feel of life.

Back then it didn’t matter,
It all was a game,
Winners and Losers all,
Just for one day.

No one really felt pain,
Desensitized though we were,
And life felt so long and hopeful,
Love was so far away.

Send me back to my childhood,
If just for one more day.
I just want to smile,
I want to say.
I’m happy.

Your lips are moving,
But I can't hear you,
A barrier seperates us,
And it kills,
To see the way you smile,
And to miss your voice,

The way you walk,
It's entrancing,
But I can't even hear,
Your simple melodies
They're locked away,
From what is within reach.

It's a struggle,
It's a fight,
It's a pity,
And It's dark,
It's wet and it's hot.
It's sad and it's cold.

But most of all it's alone.
And it's where I am now,
Left deaf by a cruel, cruel world.

I loved,
At one point in time.
But you know today it's hard.

I've been destroyed so many times.

I think  I don't know what to do.
Trapped in fear and bottled emotions,
I think somewhere along the way...

I told my heart, no way.

Worst part is,
I think it listened.
It's done now, gone, see ya!

No one cares, though,
That is fine with me.

I can't even count how many girls have loved me,
Because none ever have.

Hell I'd settle for like,
In that special and secret way.

But today is not my day,
And yesterday certainly wasn't.

I'd be more hopeful,
But the future looks bleak and dreadful.

My family, by circumstance, by pain,
looks to be tearing apart like our broken window pane.

By circumstances we live and die.

This is the funeral with which we all live by.

Well. I'm just sick and tired.

Betrayed, O to be betrayed,
A once betrothed and now misbehaved.
Misdeemed and misdeeds creeping upon me,
Fighting for friends now uncertainly,

Walking own a bent path,
Finding less and less are on task,
More would rather hang out back,
And what's a man to do in a world like that?

What started as a fellowship,
Now ends in dismemberment,
And the lonely feeling sinks in,
And the friends become foes, at the turn of a pen.

Setting my up for failure,
Jealous, or unsure,
I wish I cared anymore,
But that time has long since gone ashore...

And so as I look into the sea,
Something as dark, desolate, and as desperate as me.
I add a few more salty tears to its salty depths,
In hopes that this feeling of apathy will be ceased.
But I think a part of me knows,
Long before any more blows,
That this is the Real World,
And there is little time now for woe.

Simplicity
Elicits
Srendipity

Life is a balance,
How you balance love,
And Hate.

How you balance friends,
family,
and the lies they create.

How you balance commitments,
And fun
and the laps you will take.

How you balance food,
And sleep,
and bread you must bake.

How you balance work,
With play,
and the fights you make.

In accordance to that...
I must admit,
Repent and replicate...

I'm half part ****,
and half part nerd.
Is that not absurd?

The Birds Fly into the eclipse of Mars,
They're lives tithe me by fives,
To the Man beyond those jailed bars.

Searching for a new place to call home,
Since this place is a waste of space,
For everyone an then some.

But with especial selfishness, especially me.
I need to beat my heart again, by meeting those I once found sweet,
Birds flying to the Eclipse of mars to be free.

Its futile of course,
But that is where beauty is truly entreated,
Into our lives of insignificant remorse.

Get me out of here now.
We'll go flying just like those birds, into the eclipse Of mars,
Just me and you, the gorgeous Queen of the Stars,
Your smile radiates my Milky way and beyond,
We'll navigate the asteroid belts,
And fly through the black holes,
Because like those futile birds,
We just want to be free.