out of all things he do he dont
want to fall fail so he wont
but he will keep pushing on through
ink and paper he writes his mood
all lies and truth lays flat on his canvas
blank blink to see if its happening
to him all over again
they whispers in echoes in is head
from his feet it blisters carrying what is to be
the world thats colorful but blue like the sea
his boat drift into no where
with his heart that thumps with no care
ever given the chance
that one day him and death may dance
under the moon where his thoughts bloom
like flower that numb his brittle bone too
weaken to even stand
up like the sun because his life just begun