You see me,
an open man.
Strong and tall,
with massive hands.

I see me,
a brittle soul.
With broken
bones and
rotted whole.

And every day,
when I awake,
my weary bones
begin to shake.

And every night,
I end my fight
to free myself
from endless plight.

But, perhaps,
upon tomorrow,
some'one will cure
this old man's sorrow.

I can feel the trees breathing.
I can see them
inhale our blemished truths,
pulling them deeper and deeper
until their souls are filled with fantasies.
I can see them
exhale all their dry, dark worries,
trying to force them out,
but the power embeds
in their lungs,
deeper than the fantasies can reach.
When I watch them
I can feel them breathing their worries
right down my spine
just as I've breathed my blemished truths
into their souls.

My heart is full of love
But my mind is full of pain
My dream’s to rise above
But my fears are all the same
In this world of confusion
We fall into this state
We get lost in the illusion
Where are words cut deep
To the point that we break
And our hearts begin to weep
As our love becomes too weak
I apologize for it all
For every fight I cause
From not taking your call
To putting feelings on pause
I take all the blame
And with it, the shame
The old me would shout and scream
Fought first
Until he blew his steam
The new me will show respect
Listen to your words
Take them and reflect
This old me is the past
The new me is now
And now is here to last