Sail away through the oceans, fly from the trees.
Walk till your path leads to nowhere but here.
Don't pick every flower that tempts by your feet,
Or have all the scenery become the seer.
June ripens to July, and bears fruit near the fall.
While the wise become wiser, sharing what they saw,
So listen with your eyes; watch where the words go.
Repeat what you've learned and what's already known.
Bad things will happen and sad things will come,
To prevail is unknown and what's done will be done.
All the ashes have withered, from what once roared with fire.
Collect all the peace with a healing desire.
A question and an answer , is there much of a difference?
We take all that seems true along with what nonsense.
If people are who they say then they can be anything.
A distant lie, far away bells softly jingling.

The feelings I had can't stop me now.
Every word you ever said can't show me how.
Can you believe in trust or trust in belief?
Even the dullest knife can cause me to bleed.
Terror strikes my chest, such an emptying blow.
Terror strikes my chest, such an emptying blow.
Never ending pits, of the darkest of holes.
I'll claw them out, with my bare shaking hands.
Put the dirt in a pile and build new lands.
Give me a seed and I'll plant right on you.
And make sure that it grows to the top of the moon.
Now I can't see you, can't feel all this pain.
Except the constant reminder of leaving in vain.

Thy lips of espresso gold,
Convey to me,
Your desperado untold.
Thine eyes for your own,
Merriest of forbidden
Pleasures,
To hold.
Your supple smile upon
Thine own,
Reveal.
Amidst only
To conjure,
To conceal.
Parlay, if I may,
To implore
The keenest sense
Of your fulfillment,
I adore.
Gently now, our merriment. . .
Embarking upon salutation.
No more our desire,
Of infatuation?

I know a hero.
I bet you do too.
What is a hero though?
Is it someone who saves people?

Is a hero a person who pulls someone out of a burning building?
Maybe someone who takes the fall for someone else.
It doesn't have to be someone who looks gilding.
It can be a stranger you've never met.

A hero is that someone who doesn't let words bother them.
A person who can go about life in a happy manner.
They can take a problem and break it off like a stem.
They can do anything they want.

And I admire all of you like that.

A stranger is a person.
They're fighting something on the inside.
Just like you they do good things.
Just like you they make mistakes.

A stranger walking down the street.
They could save your life someday.
They could end your life someday.
You never know what could happen.

A stranger could be dying inside.
They could need someone to confide.
A slight hint of kindness could change their life.
If you do something nice you could be friends.

What if that stranger is someone who will change you?
What if that stranger is the one you need?
You may never know.
What if you ruin their day?

A random hello or shove could change your life.
Don't take them for granted.  
Strangers may control your life.
A stranger is a person too.

I've been wondering a lot.
Trying to think of a plot.
Do I really need one though?
Maybe I'll just come and go.
To ponder may be all I've got.

I don't care what you say.
I don't know why you go on.
You act like you can control me.
You think the worst about me.

I don't care what you think.
You act crazy.
Your mind is plotting to take me down.
Well I think that's cute.

You wait for people to come around.
You single me out.
You throw your worst at me.
Little do you know they tell me about you.

I get talked to about your words.
How crazy you seem.
How undeserving I am.
How I am the mature one.

You won't take me down.
Go on and try.
I smirk and walk away.
We had something nice.

You gave it away.