I whisper to the dark,
Because it's the shelter I need.
I stare at the sky,
Because it's the freedom I crave.

I close my eyes to the ocean,
Because it's the inconsistency I hate.
I glare at the shadows,
Because they're the emptiness I bear.

I cry to the dandelions,
Because they're the youth that I've lost.
I shout at the clouds,
Because they're the oppression I fear.

I laugh to the stars,
Because they're the mysteries unsolved.
I curse at wishbones,
Because they're the lies I recall.

I bargain to numbers,
Because they're the inevitable I resist.
I flinch at street corners,
Because they're the openness I lack.

I'm surrounded by thoughts,
And I wish I could see the world
With eyes untainted by life.