Knowledge leads to nihilism,
The absence of the goal.
The more a mind grows,
The less it is full.
Although knowing everything
Seems to be key,
One tends to lose sight of
What they want to be.

Whether seeking a question,
And sinking too deep,
Or finding an answer,
With promises to keep.
Knowledge is valuable,
But knowing everything
Can be just as unfulfilling
As knowing absolutely nothing.

A king on his throne
Balances everything on his plate.
The platter is widened
To fit his overzealous weight.
His plate is made to fit
All he wishes to sit
Upon its golden trim.

Stripped of his plate,
A king is akin
To a childish tyrant,
Taking the plates from those
He knows will stay silent.

Defenseless, plateless,
His people grow weary.
The king doesn’t care.
“Bring the plates here,” he
Says. Without plates,
The people starve.
The king gorges away,
Unaware of the people’s decay.

When he asks yet again,
“Bring the plates in,”
There is nobody to deliver.
So the king starts to quiver,
He paid the price of his
Impetuous display that day.
He sits on his throne,
The king of nothing
With everything on his plate.

The poor dream of riches,
The wealthy of love.
Love from the women
And the holy above.
The lonely dream to
Grow in glory,
So when they die,
People know their story.

The unfortunate dream
Of success and love,
They send their prayers
To the listeners above.

Wanters; they dream.
But dreamers; they do.
They take all they
Aspire to be,
And grow to become that,
Their dreams set them free.

Will you leave?
Or will I?
We can’t survive together,
We can’t survive apart.
We can’t survive with each other,
No matter the size of my heart.

I love you,
I leave you,
I break my heart either way.
So please, darling
For one time only,
Just tell me to stay.
One word is all it takes
But one word less
And my heart breaks.

I can’t brave this scary world
Without a tread to follow.
Because the horror of this world
Is far too hard to swallow.
I don’t want to do this alone.

I know I can,
I have before,
But it won’t be for long,
Because I see you
Weak on your own,
Do I make you strong?
Look at me.
Thinking this,
While I know what is true,
You pick me up,
I do the same,
But the stronger one is you.
So I cling, and I follow,
But it’s not until I look.
And when I see you,
Who I’ve been holding all along,
I know I can’t let go.
I can’t do this alone.

It hurts to let go,
It hurts us both.
But we get lost together,
We get lost in each other,
Alone in the world,
And stay behind forever.
Cutting the bind either saves us both
Or leads us into darkness.
At least as far as I can see.
So tell me, darling,
What do you think?
Are we meant to be?