Matter of opinion, opinion has no matter. It has essence, force. We believe what we see although looks can be deceiving. An ever changing, trial and error, roller coaster of a belief system, huh? Oh curse our ****** humanity. Gaining an eternity of knowledge only to realize that you're still ten times more stupid than the next million people. That's just how it's always going to be. Thank our ****** humanity. The ability to feel pity, empathy, compassion. The things that show we truly have our own will power, and not some pawn in someone else's game. A double edged sword, forever a pain in our *****..

She walks down the hall in silence. The chirping of birds cheerily taunting from views of closed windows. Locked inside a placewhere naivety is not only taught, but spoon fed. Bangs in her eyes as she hums a tune, focusing only on the tapping of her steady feet, clothed in black Converse on the tiled school floor, dreaming of a day where anything could be better. At least that's the start of hope. The blooming of something new. When alone and stuck in the flow, one tends to try and break free.

Fly you random butterfly,
I couldn't do it,
So touch the sky.
On the paper,
Sketched and drawn.
You shine with hope,
Just like the dawn.

I can tell the future,
Let me know your past and present,
Let me be the one,
Please let me feel important.
I opened my eyes to the world,
I gained the knowledge word for word.
Don't tell me my reality could be absurd.
Don't leave me caged up like a bird.
I can see the silver lining.
Glowing bright and softly shining.
Like the world is good for something.
Live your life and love the loving.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.
Crash like waves onto the shore,
Leave beauty always wanting more.
The millionth heart already torn.
Crash like waves along the sea.
Let the music flow through me.
Escape reality with or without me,
Take the sun and moon along for tea.
Dance for electricity, and avoid all the calamity.

I can't find the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm wondering if I'm lost.
I swear I would do anything,
To find my way at any cost.

Just a poets thoughts at two-thirty in the morning,
A light to discard all the mourning.
None of this makes sense but all just lingers,
In my thoughts tied around my finger.
Into words I type them down.
In rhymes in rhythms and music I drown.
A penny for your thoughts they say,
For words and tales of yesterday.
Waiting for the present to end,
We'll stay wrapped in memories of broken friends.

Dancing on glass,
Time please don't pass,
I don't wanna break through.

I'm looking forward to the past,
Cause it never did last,
And I'm sitting here missing you.

Time goes by,
Faster than the planes in the sky,
And I wonder why
I always have to say goodbye.

Is it not my time?
Am I not the right one?
Please tell me I'm right
Cause I'm not having fun.

Help me to escape
It's not the right place
Please stay by my side
Cause you can't be erased.