The monsters we are
Are born within life's pyres
We are born to die

Being successful
Is like a mismatched puzzle
Without happiness

Silent wave of sound
Rush over me like darkness
For I do not know

Trusted sharing thoughts,
So soon can turn to silence,
When trust is broken

Can thou ever know
What there truly is to know
About anything?

I woke up hopeful yesterday,
I cannot say the same today.

I mulled it over in my head,
This is the way it should be said.

So much to lose, so much to gain,
How can I help but want to stay the same.

I woke up cheerful yesterday,
Things did not happen the intended way.

We smiled and laughed the whole time,
We had an adventure, it was sublime.

So much to see, so much to do,
And yet today I am feeling blue.

I woke up happy yesterday,
But now I'm not, to my dismay.

At days end I had my chance,
Tell her how I feel, ask her to dance.

But instead I just let her go,
Again I did not let my emotions show.

I woke up ready yesterday,
For a game I just couldn't play.

And from whence the sky
Did so make its old premiere
So shall it regress

The finality
Of some certain obstacles
Is just transition

The human is dual
If undecided can be
A Monster and Sprite

Life goes by as such
Day after day after day
Planting a dead tree

Mistakes will be made
But only you can control
Your actions at hand

There is no wisdom
If there is no one a fool
Somebody has to

Like an empty page
The mind is capable of
Nearly anything

In a world, with a life that is restricted by constant struggles for power, an endless barrage of stepping on one another shoves labels unto the unlabelable, the powerful and the powerless all come from the same stock, yet the one comes before the many in most cases, and to this an answer still remains to be spoken, as violence and conflict beget violence and conflict, I yearn to see a world characterized by thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

And so I believe that we need more,
But what is it I'm looking for?
A dream I dreamed,
Or so it seemed,
Thousands of hands holding up thousands of hands.

In perseverance,
Attempting to accomplish,
Patience is the Key

To destroy a man
Take his dreams and steal his love
Thus he is in Hell

All of Motion is
But a glimpse of the Divine
But what is this life

Anxiety is
Made by the Space in between
What is and could be

Sometimes in order
To accomplish anything
You must not do it

When the frustration
Grips you today, remember
Only actions count

The more eyes focused
On just one simple idea
Can blind the purpose

Transcendence occurs
When humans create and act
Go forth and Transcend

It doesn't get better
When you realize we could all be together
But the lives that we wreck and we sever

Life's great and I don't know why
I love music, I love love, I love pie
Just think, happiness can make you cry

All we can do in this world is remember
Like the fun we all had last December
But I refuse to look at the calendar
Cause what we have right now won't get better

Without a purpose
The human spirit will fade
So find that purpose

The ship is solid,
And the Ocean is fluid
What comes in between?

Unreliable
Your worth well exceeds your grasp
Just get it done now

Perhaps Depression
Is just Warrior Spirit
Trapped in a desk job

What’s eternity?
It is the present without
Perceived Transition

The point is to live.
Which is impossible when the path is full of lies.

We live to be free.
We work to live.
We are bound to work.

Happiness is success.
Success comes from work.
This is a lie.

The culture is work.
The few own the many.
Life is a sham.

The point is to live.
We are bound to work.
These are the chains that bind.

Some of my friends think I'm pretty cool,
But personally I just think I'm a fool.

I put on a mask for my daily life,
The real me just can't deal with the strife.

I try to befriend all of the girls and guys,
Changing my emotional appearance with lies.

Sometimes I feel as though it makes me strong,
Pretending all the time just to get along.

It's one of few things I don't get tired of,
Giving off a facade of unconditional love.

Maybe I do this solely for me,
Pretending to be the man I want to be.

Perhaps that's not the case at all,
As with diminutive effort, I still don't fall.

Suppose I pretend to be what they want of me?
I imitate the person they want to see,
Its odd to think that it comes naturally.

So this leaves me pondering my actions and motivation.
An internal fray that leads to mental evasion.
The avoidance not turned by logic or persuasion.
Over time this has left an emotional abrasion.

Who, then, Am I?
Am I just a lie?
Or a real guy?

In that moment it all made perfect sense,
Music was the answer, how could I be so dense.

The rhymes and phrases began to steadily flow,
A feeling so unfamiliar, it picked up quite slow.

Magical waves of distortion in the air,
I no longer felt the need to care,
No sadness, no anger, no one could scare,
Like an emptiness and fullness of everything there.

It picked up with an intensity that was bound to fade,
An impression of permanence upon my soul it made.

The song began to fade, with my attention along,
I knew my intention-inspiration would soon be gone.

So I write these words in hopes of expressing a unique experience,

But before I was done, the song ended.

And there you were again,
And with you that blissful pain.

So happy, and yet blue,
I always plan, but never know what to do.

You're the one I want to stay,
But time and time again you get away.