It comes down to this single moment
Sitting here lazily on my bed
Unable to decide, whether or not
To feel sadness or depression

Perhaps what I should be feeling is relief
What I'd rather be feeling is empowerment
To remain hopeful, despite the odds
But I can't decide

How can I be sure of how my story ends
Am I to live out one of the most historical love stories of all time
Which character was I meant to be
A common man, bound for common love

I'd rather be the uncommon man
Who fights for something greater than just common love

How can I be sure though
Would I fight for victory or tragedy
Would I be a good common man
With a simple and meaningful life
Or would the taste of battle never leave my tongue
Making me regretful, of what could have been

Common men are necessary
They're the majority
They keep the uncommon man alive
Telling their children about great
Battles of courage
Battles of victory
And those of failure

Am I to tell my children of these stories
Am "I" meant to raise the uncommon men

Or did my mother raise me to be more than just the common man

"I am meant for greatness"
"I am uncommon"
"I am hopeful, despite the odds"

"My story will be worth telling"
"I fight for Love"

I ride the wind that takes me
I care not to stir
I live free
With no reason to fear

Free as can be
Never shedding a tear
For I know, my love is always near

Carried in my chest
Spoken through my voice
She is good and brilliant
She is my choice

The heart beats as one
Kissing each other goodbye
My love is near, unable to hide

My love is gone
Taken be the wind
In my reflection, she will remain

I will never forget
My beautiful swan
Be happy
Be free
She said to me

My love
My love
You will always be with me

The Dancer moves the world around us, guiding the rhythm of our hearts.
Revealing a story that we can all see

The Singer strikes our hearts, filling the world with clarity and harmony.
Telling a story that we can all hear

The Writer fulfills our thoughts and desires, digging deep in our minds finding something that we hold dear.
Searching for a story that we can all understand

The Painter captures us with every stroke, reflecting our emotions.
Creating a story that we all feel

The Actor brings imagination to life, taking on personas that we are too afraid or uncertain to carry out.
They tell a story that empowers us all

While the Dreamer, dreams of being an Actor, a Painter, a Writer, a Singer and a Dancer, seeking an outlet. For the dreamer tells a story of their own.
A story that they wish they could tell

I step outside the realm of my mind
To find that I have nothing of mine
No possession or inheritance
Only a fine line
Between fact or fiction
Explaining why
I can not fly over seas
Or accomplish great deeds

My thoughts are fine residing in my mind
I am told, that in reality they can only die

My mind
My mind
My heart divine
Reality is king
But my thoughts are mine

I believe in love
I believe in hope
I believe that God wont let me choke
On the realities of time
That I will die before I fly
That all my great deeds will be denied

I do not mind if you mind my mind
Just know that my thoughts are mine

I’d like to hear the silence of space

                    Count the people in my head

Organize the personalities
Separate the good from the bad

              Hear a new voice
       Because it’s easy to be sad

                                             Find the version of me
                                              That keeps me happy
                                                                ­                            Instead

Discover that voice
Among the people in my head

                                       That shouts          
                                                             Be good and Free!

Always reminding me

Have Faith that you were made
                                                           PERFECTLY

I know who calls you by your name
I know why you have fallen in shame
Always you have been more
You are the child reborn

A friend you have been to me
The friend you will always be
Believe the truth in me
The truth the blind can see

My words weigh like stone
Resting gently in sole
I am the love that loves all
Healing the wounds that make us fall

Trust in me, that it can be
Come with me, you are free
Rid yourself of uncertainty
My old friend listen to me

I feel the pain of all
So that I might know where you fall
Not one of us can be alone
I can never let you go

I am the one who knows your name
The one who will never be ashamed
Come with me, put your faith in me
We were always meant to be

Once again like the robin who dreams of being an eagle, to fly proud and fearless, too busy with dreams to fly with them.
Like the seedlings are to the trees, too eager to see the end of their beautiful beginning.
Like the father that abandons his family on a Monday afternoon too afraid to fail to even try.

I'm sorry like when a best friend says after your mother dies.
I'm sorry like a child who brakes the priceless arlum.
I'm sorry like I am to you.

I repent like I'm told in church to do.
I beg like the man I walked past in the city.
I try not to cry like the soldier who kills for the first time.

Im in love with you.

I did not always see, but I'm in love with you.

Like the love I see in your parents.
Like the love you have for Christmas.
Like the love of any grandparent. I love you.

Don't give up on me

God's gift to man is our ability for free will, he never intended free to be so cruel

I know I should try to think of hope, quite difficult, when nearly everything falls short

I think about which I can live without, time and again you always end up missing out

Sometimes I think I'll choose,
most of the time I don't.

To do something or not,
Free will will keep me from rot

life is what you live without.

Sleepless nights of endless doubt. Ramped possibilities, our will to not live without

Losing, lost, love, always ends with a loss, if free will were my choice

I'd rid myself of it

I most definitely sometimes we choose this choice

Would you prefer
That I can never hurt you

Or, that we have the occasional opportunity to mend our wounds

So that they might be, better than before

That look of anticipation
Followed by hesitation

Hoping to be unchanged
Since you kept your world still

Looking for similarity
Shadowed by uncertainty

Trying to look past her
To see if you can find her

Asking if she has changed
Or if I've just forgotten

She's not the same


Am I to blam