An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations.
Social pressure manifesting itself into anxiety and doubt.
A mechanical mess of cogs and wheels churning out endless streams of mental clout.

Be what I will and do as I may is what I say.
But they say:
Be what we will and do as I do, this is the proper way.
Try not reform or perform to conform is what I say.
But they say:
Follow me through this hollow tree and you will see what I want you to be, this is the proper way

An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations,
passed down through electric, media driven sensations of transient satisfaction,
a mechanical mess of wound up plastic toy soldiers marching in circles with rubber souls pointing death dealing cylinders at each others backs.

Be yourself for everyone else is what I say.
But they say:
Be everyone, or else.
Try for progression's sake, be genuine and certainly not fake is what I say
But they say:
Try for regression's sake, be fake and certainly not genuine, this is the proper way.

An ordinary soul encompassed in extraordinary expectations,
disgusted with modern tribulation, choosing self-selected conscious liberation.
A singular, personal declaration toward evolution.
A natural mess of vines and roots reaching below and above producing boundless rivers of truth and love.
This is revolution.

Be one amongst many is what I say.
But they say
Be us. This is the proper way.

Be you, is what I say. This is the proper way.

Look to the sky
In the Firmament high,
And ask yourself why -
Who made it?

Clouds float above,
Just like pillows of love.
Is it all just because?
Who made it?

Life in abundance,
By the millions of hundreds;
And many more wonders.
Who made it?

It's so scientific,
And so very terrific.
If you're not superstitious -
Who made it?

Can't be circumstances,
Created by chances
That fill all my glances.
Who made it?

Must be a Creator;
Intelligence greater.
We'll figure out later
Who made it.

I sometimes want to be the rain
to feel others pain
to connect two people's feelings
and to bring forth healing

I sometimes want to be the rain
to make others feel solemn sanity
to destroy a woman's vanity
to pitter and patter on a window pane

I sometimes want to be the rain
to make a dream come true
to generate dark and stormy days
for lovers to kiss beneath me
for lovers to hide from me

I sometimes want to be the rain
to connect two peoples pain
to bring the strong to their knees in anguish
as they remember some forgotten wish
or a beloved person they'll never see again

I sometimes want to be the rain
to wash away afflictions
to heal the aches
to heal the hearts
of broken lovers

I sometimes want to be the rain
to see you again

To find yourself,
You must first lose your mind
Let go of materialisms,
Become defined
And not by your smile,
Your eyes or your skin
Become defined
By your passions w i t h i n
Free yourself from social constraints
Try living a day
With no c o m p l a i n t s
Head up, chin up, stand proud
No more living in  shame
I knew you were b e a u t i f u l all along
You just needed proper lighting
A mirror much less
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And now, that reflection b e a m s
That glint in your eyes
Always failed to hide
The power that you’ve been holding i n s i d e

Back and forth,
side-to-side;
moving in constant motion,
trying to decide.
"Well," I think,
"Which way to go?"
Go?

Grass flutters in the wind,
water droplets sparkle and glimmer
in the sunlight;
"Well," I say,
"I think I'll stay right here."

The pieces of me
Were falling through the cracks
The pieces of me
Shattered from the past

These pieces I've
Been missing so long
You've put them back
Where they belong

In your shirt pocket
Grazing your chest
Where those pieces are safe
And can be loved best

You've found those shards
Where someones thrown them away
You're now who will
Keep them safe

Be careful because
My thinly severed parts
Hardly resemble
What once was a heart

They may embed
Themselves within
And splinter you with
Broken passion

I may not give you all of me
But I can share my pieces
A bite of me is all you need
The bite that never ceases

I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.

Showers of droplets
Break in sparks
On moonlit glass
Their wintery shine
Mirrored to a gaze
Spears of ice
Melting in the night
Trailing windows
With silver beads

Conscience, consuming.
My stomach has turned inside
and in on itself.

My eyes have rotted
and reduced to such lifeless,
stationary orbs.

Today is the day,
I ***** my weaknesses
to teach myself strength.