Hear the heavy sigh;
the thud of the armour.
My chest is sinking in,
my heart is beating against my skull.

Don’t stop Matt, just keep going.

My judgements come to me
without a moment’s notice.
I know not where I am,
I remember, wearily,
the events of the past.

Don’t stop Matt, just keep going.

Entrenched in my bones,
the markings of a man,
though they catch up,
I stand as I am.

Don’t stop Matt, just keep going.

Weeping the tears of another,
if I was trembling
would you lend me your coat?
Ravaged and lost; like a dog
searching for its constant companion.
In the emptiness of today,
I’ll continue to weep
for the lost moments of tomorrow.

How does it feel?
To pass by the people in the street,
knowing many of whom; you'll never greet,
in the blink of an eye and they're gone.

How does it feel?
To once again be all alone,
with no one to call your own,
singing a voiceless song.

How does it feel?
To press play on the cycle of repeat,
head full; never getting a moment to retreat,
You are the repercussions of your actions.

How does it feel?
To look through the world with faded eyes,
losing sight of a new surprise,
you only ever get one shot.

This boy had a real penchant for experiences alright. He liked to experiment with his consciousness through the external realm of the world.

The stimulation offered by the external world was like a machine gun to his senses. It wasn’t just an overload of sights and sounds, it was emotion – pure emotion – confusion, loudness, compassion, hurt, pain, suffering, any number of this things in the span of the moment.

That’s what this was alright – the crutch of the moment.

This was the boy at his most primal. Like an animal battling within its natural habitat of survival.

This was a game that was an outcome of itself.

In the trenches, the adrenaline of diving in headfirst.

His eyes are starin’ and his brain a’foamin’.

Make no mistake this boy had takin’ a bruisin’ and he had the marks to prove it.

An inner war, between fear and love, between the mind and the heart and between the left and right hemispheres of the brain. Dark vs light – thoughts vs emotion. We need this working all for the one system; we need to work together on this. We’re only different parts of the one organism.

The excitement of never doing what was going to happen next – an audience of one in the reality show of his mind.

Not knowing how the moment will play out, like a motorbike the speed is picking up and the heart is thundering.

This boy was his worst enemy and he needed to be saved from himself.

An undisciplined mind can lead to areas of darkness, and this boy didn’t have the discipline to do this on his own.

So he sought out a teacher, he prayed night and day – "show me the way", "show me the way".

And the teacher answered – in the form of life.

Everything was meaningful and there was a lesson in the smallest of places.

But this boy, who had thought himself t to be so strong-willed came to see his mind in a different state – a new state of awareness.

Suddenly the boy wasn’t so self-assured. Now he realised the power of the mind.

Now the boy doesn’t look to be at the mercy of his own mind.

This boy will take control and work things out. This boy will be a man.

These wings are clipped
from memories past.
I was trying to fly,
when I should have been swimming.

There is no separation between a man and his words.

The radios blaring,
and the television’s blasting
The newscaster reads with such finesse,
the weatherman has such flair.
This is a show and we’re the audience.

To think you weren’t so special after all,
One in billions,
mommy and daddy’s voices playing inside your head,
an oncoming of dread.

I've gotta keep running a marathon so they don't catch up with me. Don't Stop. Keep Going.

These are the words that want to be said, this is their voice.

This is just a guy talking to himself.

You worried about how you looked,
you thought you weren’t good enough for them,
you don’t even know who ‘they’ are anymore.
You thought they were so enlightened,
their laughter so genuine,
their beings so care free.

Paranoia of delusions
in the seclusion of your mind.
Trying to match up to some
phony ideal standard of beauty,
Well man,
Those standards never existed,
they were invented by people
you don’t even know.

You talked to yourself in your head,
conversations with your thoughts.
There was never a box to fit into and if there was
you’d break it with a hammer.

It was never about worth but belief.
You just didn’t believe in yourself.
You let others dictate your worth for you.
Oh, for shame.
To think they know nothing.

We’re all member of the same jungle
Sticking it out and fighting it through.
A battle of many, this is
a war of one.