I feel like I'm floating on the sky,
Rather than being afraid to cry.

I feel like anything to come is good,
I feel like I'm finally understood.

But at the same time I've filled with fear,
Wondering if the bad is near.

I feel like it's wrong to feel this much joy,
Because it could just destroy.

So is it wrong to be okay?
I'm not sure if I still feel that way.

Papers on my desk
Pondering on past mistakes
White dreams turn into dust

I am a tangled mess of wired emotions,
That flow on out from, haywire.

Ill-conceived, hapless use of my tentacles,
Connecting and disconnecting all the while.

Incorrigible, orchestrated rythm I follow,
Guilty as charged of culpable suicide.

Limited edition amongst an otherwise limitless species,
Slowly marching towards a spiritual demise.

Austere with my principles, I am
An embodiment of selfless grace.

Happy to readily disagree, I am
Also the pleasant sunshine in your face.

Punity dissolved upon your manners,
You won't find me dictating terms,

Yet the tangled mess of wires afront me,
Is untangled at a surly pace _


Unravelling lines to withdraw my mind,
Impromptu creation awaits.

The mess inside has been aligned,
I arrive at clarity's gates.

Today !

How far would you today go
To find that you had been looking for
It stares at you expectant
Yet you pass by not knowing where

What shall illuminate, bright lights there
Lost, clueless wanderers in the dark
A tunnel deep excavated in their beings
A depth in seclusion and bereft of share

A song not sung in unison
A  few yards to the vanity fair
What is it then that propels you
What grips you to this nonchalant sphere

Wish we knew
Wish we knew