We are thinking in binary oppositions We feel obliged to announce our positions on every single thing in the world And when we meet a person that somehow doesn't hold the same view as we do We can't believe it, "What!? How dare you to challenge me!? Don't you see!? The truth's with me!! How can you be so dense!?" You see, it depends! Sometimes you are wrong Doesn't matter how strong you think your truth is... This world does not deal in absolutes Truth is not dependant on your ego, on people's moods, their short fuse, or if they refuse to open their eyes Truth lies outside your confused mind Just leave your ego behind and open your ears! ***** that fear of being wrong The strong can abandon their lies They can clean the mist from their eyes and see things clearly So liberate yourself, and see the world freely!
there are secrets that I have trouble admitting even for myself. and less yet more than myself admitting to others. I can spill some dark secrets some entirely perverse damaging degrading killing secrets and yet there are some that I cannot I cannot even talk or think about or imagine and therefore I will not speak you will not know.
hm. this sat in drafts for a while. nothing too too much, but you know what I mean. maybe one day I'll write about it.
What makes you wince I didn't new pinch I see your grimace When face to face I see in your eyes straight Light rays do bend I am upside down On your retinae You see me upright Still I see you wince You may not love me I do love you My love is reflexive For I love me too Bereft of your love I never bluff I am a bluff I do admit I do love you You too admit And no more You wince
It's okay to cry when you're sad; It's okay to show your weakness and lean on to someone to be glad. It's okay to put off your mask; And just be yourself. It's okay to make mistakes; And learn from it. It's okay to get mad and get upset; It's okay to choose and be kind to yourself first before others. It's okay to be selfish sometimes; It's okay to feel lonely and get hurt. It's okay to admit that you are really not okay; It's okay to get tired and just rest.
I admit Being more wrong than right But I lost More into those fights Is it just me Who struggles to see different light Too late Now I know it may or might be the fate I just can't control at that time All the same Everything fall apart.
The sun rose out among verdant still hills. High peaks, forests and earth stole their eyes away from this charade. Strands of light refuse to illuminate me. As the the play proceeds with divine authority.
Each bird is standing on its feet and spreading its wings. Tigers brandish guns at their young, unaware of the anguish hungrily stalking behind. And the men with hearts of black gold walk away with their heads down. As we are all eaten away by ignorance.
The hands of fate stitch together a torn garment of time. Embroidering its history of suffering. But the answer to your questions won't be found in gods clothes. There's a lot more suffocating water in this ocean than treasure.
But your heart withstood the weight of it all. And its callouses grew over their shadows left behind. But when it beats, I can still hear the screams Of your abandonment.