And I do not fear walking in the meadows,
For what comes beneath the grass shall not destroy my soul.
A being I am, made of flesh and bones.
My mind, my words shall never be torn.
So here I am, barefoot and free.
Come hither…I dare thee.
I will not stop, I will keep on walking,
And while I do, a smile will remain.
To taunt those demons who dare to play.

Human beings are constantly trying to survive.
I'm not talking about the whole breathing aspect or biological capacities and such,
I mean survive.
The cliche of being born to die stands true.
Every day we near out demise and most days it seems like some sort of struggle to wake up.

Most of us adore the sweet feeling of rest.
The tinge of having another hour of laying on the horizon.
The heaviness of the lids which seem to always win battles.
The hardship of getting our balance to start our days.

Yes, there are some that wake up with a burst and seem to pull it like a band aid but no matter, gravity still has its strength.

Survival...
The fight in our minds to figure what it's worth.
That moment when we need to get up and the thoughts that get us to do it.
Work, classes, kids, obligations, etc.

But what about when that sweetness becomes our tragedy?
When responsibilities and schedules seem to not concern us?
When life is better worth lived in the warmness of our sheets?

We put labels and we have medicines but it comes down to something much deeper.
For I would rather lay there then be numb whilst among the world.
I rather feel not and be me, feel the disparity of my being than have something control me.

Survival...
It is with ourselves that we must assault.
There is no gravity, no chemical, no weapon, no words, that are stronger than those which stalk our every thought, those unseen and unheard, those unfelt and undiscovered, those of which we carry in the highest throne.

We must bare this idea of survival on our own with no sense of reprise, or orthodox.
We either rip or linger, either way, we must continue.

Those mornings when your body feels stiff and your eyes feel heavy and it just doesn’t feel right.
Those days when you don’t know why it all is.
Those nights when it feels wasted.
That day when those days end.

Human beings are reckless developments.
Our minds are to destroy.
Let me explain, you see human beings are the only species with the concept of self-destruction without a real purpose.
Do you comprehend?
Let me clarify by giving you a scenario.
Close your eyes.
Well, figuratively you need to read this first.

You just moved into the most beautiful house you could ever imagine.
The one you’ve been envisioning since you were a wee child.
Now, you sit on your comfy couch and just relax in your beautiful new house.
You have everything you could possibly want, but now you’re bored.
Getting used to the décor you once thought unique and beautiful.
You decide you want more, something different, something better.
You go into the kitchen and notice there is something not quite right.
I should smash that wall, you think to yourself. Create an open concept.
So, that is exactly what you do, tear up that wall.

What once was beautiful is now gone.
What you once held as a goal is now your past.
But you have that open concept you never wanted now.
That my friend is how the human mind works we destroy to create.
Yet, what we don’t realize is that we hardly appreciate the goodness of which is given to us.
The goodness of which we have always dreamt.

We become comfortable.
We become bored.
And the vicious cycle for more embellishes and plagues our keen minds.
We destroy to become.
We destroy for it.
It being us, our species.
Us being our brain.
The brain being our end.
Because one day, it will become so powerful that we, our own species, will become too dull for our own senses and we will push our own mortality, our own meaning to the point of abolishment.
And that folks will the culmination of our reckless development to extinction.

I fall so hard so quickly.
Stepping over the ledge.
I crumble under your glance.
Who are you?
What have you done to me?
I have built these walls, so stern, to not falter.
Here we go.
Is it just once more?
I don’t know.
I lay at your feet.
You open me.
I’m a fool, you see?
Strong, no more.
I melt into nothing.
I give in to you.

Tell me about the truth
I’ll tell you what’s the use
You see this world is plagued with those who say,
“Live life to the fullest, it’s all a game.”
Well let me tell you something
You might not want to know
All those peoples are your enemies
Might as well call them foes
The whole thing about this life we live
How can you know where to begin?
There is no answer
You can stop looking
It’s the searching that kills
It’s the testifying that cries
It’s the lies that burn thick holes in our souls
Let me repeat if I’m not clear
All of this is *******
Please people lend me your ears
You see, you can’t keep living this festering lie
Because believe it or not we all die
I’m tired of pretending to understand it all
But don’t you dare call me a pessimist
For that’s not true at all
My eyes have been cleaned
All dust erased
I see the truth, the light, the fate
We all have a path to live without our knowing
We think we have control
*******, there’s someone patrolling
Every move, decision, or thought
It’s not ours entirely
Come on, were you not taught?
Your footsteps are destined to meet its end
One day you’ll realize
“****, this is the end. “
So let me try to help you as much as I can
Stop. Think. Relax.
Not to sound cliché and such
But this is all some sick and twisted ride
One that we all must partake
So what I say to you, this right now
Be. Do. Go. Be.