Do what you really want,
not what you were told to do.
**** it, don’t be blunt.
Do you.
It’s your life, not theirs.
You might mess up, but who cares.
That’s life.
You’re bond to experience some strife.
The world we live in a little meh, but there’s still some glory.
It’s hard to come across but you’ll find it, don’t worry.
ENOUGH TALKING, START LIVING, GO CREATE YOUR STORY!

Shooting myself with another needle of cutting edge,
my desire for the latest and greatest continues my addiction.
Where's my IV!? I need more electricity.
Without constantly being jacked in and distracted by others,
I’m left with the one thing I can’t bare to endure – myself.
Who needs dreams when exist
virtual realities of dazzling graphical effects,
unreal visuals that I’m actually conscious of.
Screens dispersing artificial radiance bare all,
but blind me from what's real.
Google is my omnipotent god.

Your differences, my differences
Is what brought us apart.
Your differences, my differences
Is why we lost our hearts.
Your differences, my differences
Is why we couldn't restart.

Unfortunately, things never got any better.
But regardless, I'll still love you forever.

You took my breath away,
but not in a good way.  
Loving you was like breathing without oxygen; impossible.
Yet I tried anyways,
and suffocated.

Night time is
the time to be alive
a time to thrive
the time to be
everything yet nothing.
See,
at night time
many forms come about
but
without substance
they might as well be
an empty glass of water.

Night time madness
roars in the shadows
tip toeing between
shimmers of artificial radiance
followed by a maniac fever
that dances on the edge
of the incurable.
An influenza of self-indulgence
that leaves you in
a perpetual euphoria.

In my cloudy eyes,
blurred visions of sadness,
storms rage without fear.
In this furry, tears
spur out of the madness
and die.

Those, they who see it all
lost in the real,
struggling,
enlighten us to the
hard knock truths of life
while everyone else stumbles
in and out of fairytale dreams and illusions
of which have no meaning.

Dieing before their time
storms continue to rage
not only in my eyes
but in my heart.
Their words
etched into eternity
forever echoing
reassuring that
they don't die silent.

It just dawned on me.

This whole time
I've been trying to go up
unknowingly walking,
on the escalator that takes you down.

No wonder
life
has been at a stand still.
How else
could a person
walk in the same direction for years on end
without going anywhere.

Then
you have those people
who barely take two steps,
and they're there...
Makes so much sense now.  

Word to the wise -
walk a path
that's a little less
hi-tech.