maybe i'm wiser
maybe i'm stronger
maybe i'm skinner
maybe i'm smarter

maybe i'm brighter
maybe i'm fatter
maybe i'm older
maybe i'm not

maybe i'm (almost) the same as last time
but i'm sure that now
i'm happier.

The game of a few
For a crooked cause or two
A thousand lives to pay the price.

A hundred-harbored hate
On the sight of countless graves
And the love all cast aside.

A city's dreams
Destroyed by a single scheme
For the vindication of some.

A faction's victory
Over the world's melancholy
That cannot be undone.

When the less becomes greater
And pride will rise to power
Such will be the fall of man.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys
A place for unwanted girls and boys
A place where everyone cares, and no one is rejected
A beautiful place where no flaw is corrected
A place for the beaten, scolded, and abused
A place of forgiveness for those wrongly accused
A magical place where you don't have to run
A magical place with no ropes and no guns
So welcome to the island of misfit toys
A place for unwanted girls and boys

Reminding, rewinding, removing, regretting
Tears blind eyes in corneas, splintering spliced sight
There is no world where I can't stop forgetting.
I have a picture of you, watching the sunrise
stratus clouds stretched along the gold blanket of sky
the waves before you striking the dock gently.
I can't find myself behind the camera,
Remembering my thoughts as I snapped
the shutter. I forget.
I go through my own ocean
where I am tossed between wanting to be shipwrecked for good
or rescued by you. I want to either let you go entirely,
or keep hanging on. But I am gripping a rope on its last thread.
I know you have already let go. I haven't. I don't think I will.

Applying a clown face and pretending everything is cool and content.