I spent my youth in a house of glass,
my castle among the trees and grass,
no stick or stone could break that home,
where the sunlight filtered freely.

But as I grew older, and stronger, and bolder,
alas, I cracked a pane of glass,
my first thoughts were that my life was breaking,
a little crack had my whole world shaking.

A voice awoke somewhere inside me,
a frantic whisper "Smash it wildly!"
"Bust it! Break it! Tear it down!"
"Burn this glass house to the ground!"

This is how I came to know,
deep inside my youthful heart,
there's beauty in the fire's glow,
destruction is a form of art.

My fragile home was torn apart,
like a gust of wind to a house of cards,
I live happily now, in the open air,
endlessly dancing, on silicate shards.

If only out of sight
was truly out of mind,
then perhaps I'd sleep at night
when I close these restless eyes....

A head that won't stop spinning
like a whirlpool of thoughts and things,
not sure if I'm still swimming
or drowning in these memories...

Sleep always eludes me
like the prey that slips the hunters trap,
soon to become a predator
that slyly hunts the hunter back...

Eventually attacking
when it knows that I expect it least,
oh sleep, you vicious creature
if you bring me dreams, I'll be your feast....

tomorrow my lips will taste of regret,
the taste of a woman i wish not to keep,
but only to keep me company.

tonight your lips tasted of ***** and cigarettes,
tastes that quickly drowned my own
as we swam through tangled blankets and discarded clothes

tomorrow i'll scourge you from my bed,
for i cannot sleep in sheets that reek
of woman that can't increase the speed of my hearts ragged beat

the day afters' memories will be dull,
the sharp edges will have blurred
like a picture that has gotten wet.

tonight you will suffice, to keep me warm and melt my ice
tonight will be hot, with fire, and *****, and sweat.
tomorrow i will forget,

tomorrow i will forget,
forget that short lived heat you used to beat this
winter's lonely chill,

tomorrow I'll be alone, but myself still.
tomorrow I'll be real

Try to keep in mind,
you've spent every minute of your life,
running out of time.

Try not to forget,
it's a fragile life that we live,
all is dust, when it ends.

Buried, burned, or set adrift,
each man dies alone.
Memories must be made,
stories must be told.
perhaps lost and forgotten,
written down, or set in stone.  

Try to keep in mind,
time is never wasted,
each moment you're alive,
is a memory created.

Today we stand on top of the mountain. We see farther and clearer than ever before. This mountain is not our first and it surely will not be our last. When you come upon the next, do not think of the strenuous climb or the possible hazards, think only of the view and bask in the rewards of climbing ever higher. Life does NOT get easier, it only gets shorter.... so follow your feet, but watch where you're walking.