Crystallize my heart,
Freeze me to the core,
Rip my soul to shreds
And leave me like before.
Hollow out my eyes,
My dreams becoming lies,
Make my pain grow stronger,
This aching I despise.
Leave it to the best,
Just press and press and press.
Maybe if I try,
In peace I'll finally rest.
My idols fall again,
My heroes all lie dead,
Close your eyes in anger
And rest your precious head.

Time, an essence of insanity.
An image of morality.
Stuck in the flow of the world,
A whirlpool of nauseous hate.
Tick away without society.
Like smoke and mirrors,
A clock is an illusion.
An objectified piece of angst
With moving hands behind glass.
Time is nothing.
Time means nothing.
And shall forever continue to be nothing,
In the eyes of the people who see...

The shadow danced around and around,
Not leaving a spot untouched on the gray lonely ground.
It danced for night, it danced for day.
It danced from here, it danced from away.
It danced for thoughts of yesterday.
But here I am and here I lay,
My shadow dancer has gone astray.

Behind the eyes,
That tell such lies.
Does she despise,
The life she hides?

When she does think.
Of the life that she keeps,
The claws they sink,
Into her skin deep.

She severs ties.
She's lost,
She's cried.
Does she abide,
Behind the eyes?

I don't have a heart,
Yet it always gets broken.
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken .
Rusty hinges as I swing away the axe,
Broken cogs churning they all turned their backs.
Oil won 't relieve this ache,
It hurts because I'm nothing but fake.
Take the yellow brick road cause there's no place like home,
But I don't have one so I sit here alone.
I don't have a heart yet it always gets broken,
Take me away to Oz
Cause I can't be outspoken.
Nobody knows how hard and long I've yearned.
But you don't get what you want so I might as well learn.

Let my eyes roam the world and my mind roam my self, my center. The middle seven of my being, spinning endlessly til eternity allows complete enlightenment. Bound to these wheels we climb, resting our heads on the back of mother snake. Dig your roots deep to feel the connection, floating down a river with no end, liberating and manifesting opposites working together in complete harmony. Maybe we should give it a try...

Excellent, a new beginning, a fresh start. Don't you just love that feeling when you start something new, contribute something to existence. It truly is a very amazing thing. What can come from the human mind, are thoughts so complex. Beyond animal instinct, domesticated in such a way that we have made it past just simple civilization. We are interesting creatures, but all in all, we're nothing more than mere animals surviving in the ways that we know how.  

    There are so many things that exist, I'm not being narrow at all. In existence, there are so many things to know, to acknowledge. The down side of that is that we, in our lives, have no chance of obtaining even a fraction of all the knowledge that is floating around somewhere in this plane. So all we can do, is live as much as we can to obtain as much as we are able to. We can still try right?

    I guess the one thing all of us lack nowadays is the incentive to do anything, the will. But one day, all that we've lost will not be in vain. We have the power to make our lives happy, even though most of the times we don't want to.

    Dreams, the quick escape of reality. But do you ever really know if you're dreaming or not? I mean, who says that dreaming has to be in your sleep? I like to feel that I'm dreaming right now. Sitting here at three thirty-six in the morning, unable to sleep and sitting in the dark on my computer, the TV as background noise to keep away a sense of loneliness, typing away ideas like mad. Isn't that dreaming too? You feel immersed in what's happening in creations of your own mind. You ARE the characters. You have the power to make a whole world based around a certain idea, a certain fragment of a thought. You could continue on and on forever.

    What about when you're wide awake? Staring off into space, tapping on your desk. Or lost in your thoughts staring at a wall in your job, doing your work mindlessly, off in another dimension. How is that not a dream? Why can't we escape all the time? Why do we have to set restrictions for things that want to take off and fly?

    Maybe I'm just rambling, hoping someone will listen to my thoughts because I feel that thoughts are one of the most precious things that we have. You could look first glance at someone and think you know who they are, but in all actuality, you have to crack their thoughts, get a look inside to obtain the knowledge of who anyone is.

    People could be anything. That's the scary part. Who to trust, who is going to hurt you, ******* over, leave you stranded on your own. How do you know you actually know someone? How do you know if anyone knows you? How do you know if you know yourself?

    This is what leads us to question reality. To find what's real, what's life. Aside from the spoon fed, structured perfect life the media wants us all to live. The stereotypical people of our country. This is what leads us to break out, to free our minds. To reach the limits and pass the expectations of what anyone could have ever though life was.

    But awakening is only the beginning, what I'm wondering, is what we're all in store for next...