My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scattered
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights

From mountain peaks, a river flows,
Its silver dance in sunlight glows.
Birds sing sweetly from morn to night,
Their melodies are a pure delight.

The soft wind wraps in tender care,
A gentle kiss, beyond compare.
It stirs the heart, sets spirits free,
A glowing touch, a harmony.

In nature's arms, a soul takes flight,
Glowing gently, bathed in light.
A timeless bond, serene and true,
The world's soft beauty, embracing you.

Take my blood, take my sweat, take my tears,
I will still be pushing through these fears.

I’m always forgotten because I’m never known.
They see me and my concept,
what they believe it is,
but they do not take the time to know me,
my insides and fillings,
my laughs and tears,
my thoughts and words.
I’m always forgotten because they never care enough to notice my light,
or my lack of one.
Superficial gifts and smiles
all at once in one Christmas night.
I’m always forgotten in their brains,
like tasks that no one wants to do,
a person no one wants to know.

Closer to new years now.
I’m always forgotten over the summer.
I exist,
lax and blurry,
because they don’t remember me if they don’t see me.
Every person creates a different image,
except no one actually knows me.
They just see.
They watch.
They imagine.
And they create.
Me,
in their brains.
But its not me anymore,
because a me doesn’t exist in anyone’s mind.
Not even mine.