whatever we do,
does it even matter?
cause in the end we die.
and will I ever be remembered?
I try and try and try.
It gets me nowhere. I'm redundant
cause here I am repeating myself now
while everyone else walks along
and all you see is me drowning in
the things you don't call dreams.

one day
I aspire to be happy with myself.
it seems so simple
yet the world yearns for it.
to be happy.
the day I accept myself is when my
body and mind
fold like stars and become
one.

how can I feel so alone
when there's stars hanging over my head?
without a sound, they're here, all the time.
shining on.
but even the stars have their moon,
and the moon, his sun.
they feel celestial all the time.
they sing in harmony, I see it when I look above,
when I have the ocean in my eyes.
no-one can tell.

Our existence is broken.
All we see is the red lights flash,
metal in the sky and land.
The crackle of the silver static screen;
which plays, day and night. night and day.
It powers us
but, to the point where
it's all we rely on.
So, do we feel alive?
Just pick up your thoughts and hear them scream.
Just close your eyes and see how you want to live
in all your precious dreams.
Your only escape.
But, what we live through right now
is only the beginning of
the bleak, bleak endless cry.
Our worst nightmare has come to life.

I want to be better
I want my bleak life
to be like my technicolor dreams.
not the life of broken images.
I want to make my life how,
I want it to be.
like creating celestial dreams
and see how bright they can be.
and in the end
all I'd want to see is
peace and love
reside within me.