So sometimes I don’t really get the point of being here.  Being alive.  What’s the whole point of it all?  Why are we here?  I don’t get it, and I’m not sure I ever will.  It just seems so confusing to me.  All of it. Why is some of the stuff we do allowed and proper, while other stuff is frowned upon?  Who made up all these crazy rules that we feel like we need to follow them, why do we even follow them?  Are we scared of the demons haunting us?  What demons even are there?  Why do they always choose to pick on us, and latch onto us like leeches and never get off until we’ve gone insane.  And when you do, they’ve got a place for you then.  They’ll lock you up.  They lock you up for showing your emotions.  Its crazy.  Everything you do, doesn't even matter at the end, because at one point, no one will remember you.  At one point, everyone whom you've grown up with will be dead and gone, and so will you.  No one will remember the good stuff you've done, or the bad.  So why do we care so much about it all?  Everything we do we are being judged for it, and put under a label.  The world is the most messed up place ever, but somehow in it’s own ever so twisted ways;
it’s the most beautiful place ever existed.

I've experienced the exuberance of youth.
Through endless summer days, of blissful childhood ignorance.
I have drempt the most glorious dreams. The ability to soar with the eagles was mine, most any night. I was to live, forever.
I have know the delirious intoxication, of boyish infatuation.
And to such a degree, I have tasted the bitterness of rejection.
I have lived amid nonconformists. I shared in their ideological beliefs. Old Guard be ******.
I have witnessed the gatherings of idealists, who's main purpose
was to spread their premise of the brotherhood of man.
I have seen them chained and gagged. Beaten for their beliefs. Shot down in their youth, by those who's superficial dogmas kept them from the truth.
I have been among the ranks of the tens of thousands, shouting my incensement's against a failing war. And I have been to the "wall" and wept for my fallen brothers.I have seen the rise of iconic performers. Some who would pay the ultimate price for their notoriety.
I have felt the power of their karma and reveled in their idioms'.
I have witnessed the miraculous wonder of birth. I've had the privilege to hold the embodiment of purity, God's ultimate creation, in the hollow of my arms.
I have walked among the Angels. And I have delved into the pit of my own iniquity's.
I have loved the un-loved, and scoffed at those who would be cherished.
I have lived as if, there were no tomorrow. I have learned there is just today.
I have lived to be a better man than I was. I live to be a better man than I am.