"Imagination is greater than knowledge." - Einstein

Why is the bird able to fly,
When it can always crash?
Why is it able to go so high,
Only to come down and be smashed?

The bird I found,
Probably a Robin I think.
Was killed from a hound,
Or some other natural thing,
Either way it was downed.

My thoughts said to bury it,
Let it Rest In Peace,
But I couldn't come to bear it,
And instead let it be.

Then I realized one thing,
A price is to paid for living,
Everything that goes up must come down,
And ultimately we all have to come to grips,
When death comes around.

I am still in my past,
I realized after much thought,

That is all I do any more,
Is think,
Thinking still even now,
For words to contain...
My,
Sorrow,
Pain,
Heartache,

I am still in my past,
I realized after much thought...

Your looks of jealousy,
They haunt me,

"It was for the best,"
But are you back to stay,

Or are you like a fleeting dove,
On the wind,
Also known as my heart...

My past haunts me...
Like a ghost in my head...
Someone exorcise these demons...
My past,
Like a crumpled up *** of paper in my trash bin....
So many good ideas,
So why did I throw them away?

You made your decision,
Now I'm making mine...

She is just a corpse now,
Skipping class,
She doesn't care if she'll pass.

He is wondering away,
Being called things like '******' and 'gay',
Oh the power of words he realized,
Right before he pulled that trigger, tied that noose, sharpened that blade.

She walks lonely, her mind filled with thoughts,
All of them slow, Idealistic,
And yet no one will listen.

For him it was the words,
For her the thoughts,
That drove them both insane, mad, crazy,
Drove them both to suicide.

But both had something in common,
They are both no longer alive.