Got a troubled life and a troubled mind.
All my troubles have been delt then multiplied.
Growing from it become so redundant.
Getting older all I've learned is troubles reapply.

(the original)
i lay listening to the silence, letting my mind wonder through the echos of nothing. and in this surrounding silence i hear the overwhelming symphony that is emotion.

(the rewrite)
I lay listening to the silence,
letting my mind wonder through the echos of nothing.
In this surrounding silence of calm still something hums.
It comes and goes till at last it unfolds,
A symphony playing bold!

The crescendo grows.
A melody iv never known.
A whisper of what i need.
Growing like a seed greeted by the sun, its shell unbound and undone.

All its dreams still to come.
No despair only summers fun.
But be this nothing more
then the silent mans hum.

Does it make a foolish man wise, when he can influence the masses or are the masses simply foolish. The wise men speak only when the fool has cast influence. Is it not wiser to prevent such, rather then revoke it? Or do the wise not speak?

I sit watching with a lifeless gaze I see only the thoughts that grip my mind all an effect of words said.
Not the words spoken out loud but the words stringed into answered questions. Questions I have yet to ask and will never ask.

I see visions of what if's and what will, I see images depicting years of the most likely outcome influence by years of observation. i see them fall in place like falling leafs from a tree. A tree whos roots grew from insecurities of being nothing more then a seed.

I see not love stories nor happy ever afters but that timeless story life has forever told, the story of Truth.
I see a play of the willful becoming those who lack the will.

I see the stage set with actors holding back their desires fighting their inhibitions till the clock ticks hitting that split-second.
STOP!
Release the lights!
QUIT THE ACT,
Let the water run and split  the bar on the gate that is life.

I see the mind of those so many who jump ship in this flood, simply to drown in their waters. their last breath a regret! As They sink in their sea of pain calling out no name only asking who do I blame?
The waves washing over with no sway as if to whisper but one name.

I watch the outcome of this play day after day reeping my mind like the sun seeks the shade. it's fear, fear of loss and Fear To Love, it's of failing and failing to try, all the hellos and goodbyes. it's the moments and memories of with and without, its my thoughts and my doubts, it's no life with. And its a life going out.