I hang on to life dreaming,
Waiting for it to let me free,
Holding my breath in darkness.

Lost in my unconsciousness,
Impressions from the truth,
I wallow at the invisible.

Philosophies are dumbfounded.
Ideals vanished with perverse storms
Of spontaneity and malice.

Emotions become exhilarating.
Familiarities random,
With eternities of parallel expectations.

I still see you,
Skewed by memories of love and passion,
Standing there, looking back at me.

My heart aches, I can feel it. It hangs low in my chest beating.
The pounding creates tsunamis that empty my mind only to come rushing back all the realities that preexisted.  
They preexisted in my mind like a psychic generically explaining my life only to be brutally right.
I give life to my worst fears. I hide from the light. I ignore the truth.
The best life has to offer comes directly to me and I deny it like a stubborn child denying his dinner.
This problem persists. I think I know how to live. I think I know what I want.  

Unfortunately time exists and it has a direction that never goes back.
There are a unique set of infinite possibilities where I will never exist again.
This is the future. My existence is just one dimension to reality and it's short.
However, my existence also holds a unique set of infinite possibilities.
And I have the ultimate power. I can make decisions and act on them.
This is how I make my reality. This is how to change my reality.

I am so overwhelmed with negativity. I am so afraid of it, I breed negativity.
I long to be held. But once I am embraced, I submit myself to mental torture.
I lose focus. I forget what's important and I take whatever I can.
I convince myself of future loss and failure and manifest it in my life.
If only doing something was as easy as giving up hope when everything is in front of me.
Yelling at me to wake up and look around. They want me to be aware of their existence.
They shake me and hit me and most importantly they try.
What they never get to learn is that I was awake. I saw myself and I was bad.

I closed my eyes again and everything was suddenly gone.
I now see nothing. Because nothing exists except the voice of my mind.
You must embrace the nothingness because you already have everything.
I realize now that I've had happiness. I'm so depressed because I know how happy I can be.
I know how happy I can make others. I miss the days of superficial decisions in a structured world as a child.
I'm in control of my life now and I've decided to make it miserable. I'm the rollercoaster.

These are the loneliest times of my life yet I've never felt so alive.
I've never felt so aware of myself and my surroundings.
I saw things through a tainted heart and now that heart is empty and clear.
This pain is real. The emptiness is real. My suffering is not.
I am capable of love again. I am free. I feel like I can suddenly make all the right decisions.
My past haunts me with ghostly shrieks but they are just sounds.
Be quiet I say. I am in control. I'm getting off this rollercoaster.

I do not live with a peaceful mind.
Every night it shows itself.
Like a selfish blind, I fear the light
And beg for mercy and feed its might.

I'm in a prison now counting the hours.
One day soon I'll be flying back.
Like meteor showers streaking the night,
It fails to crash and escapes my sight.

The mountain is steep and reaches the clouds.
The voices are deep and they echo loud.
Until the day my answers are found,
I'll just try to sleep without another sound.

Her head hangs like an anxious child
Staring intently at the toy on the floor
She wants something to play with
She wants something to make hers
She wants to own a part of the world
But she can’t

So it is the way of the unconscious
Needlessly begging for something
Anxiously hoping for something
Aimlessly striving for a purpose
She wants to own a part of the world
But she can’t

She can find her purpose
She can get what she wants
But for how long? Is that all there is?
A time with which we wait and toil
And debate and long for
Time is nothing, Time is all
Which one is it?