his mind is a broken generation,
every standard is useless,
beating him down
face to the fire,
turning love into hate,
and fun into fate.

with every passing second
it ran through scarred thoughts,
begging for change,
or for the night, turn to day.

It fights the high tide
of tortured tears,
rushing to the shore
like the ocean
on his rosy cheeks,

he held his ground strong.

no man, no test, no job, no day
will cease the light
at the end of the tunnel
he built from scratch,
with only the pride he was given.

Days will feel like night terrors,
the ones he overcame,
as a descendent
before those sorrow years arrived.

But the mind,
can be a beautiful place,
somewhere only you can go.
A place littered with love,
and feelings no one else can feel.

He will fight the battle,
overcome every block in the path,
of unknown stories to be told.

As the night turns to day,
he switches on the sun,
destined for every single moment
sweet smiles, or sour tears,
that will eventually come his way.