I look upon the door in front of me
Chances adding, subtracting it seems
I wish I can do more than the usual means
We're all still hoping for change right?

Inside me, lives a plethora of inner thoughts
Many things I live for and also things I wasted for nought
In the star-filled sky I wish for more
Even just someone I can adore

But we all have wishes besides what's inside me
Some may be living, some may be suffering
I am only a speck of dust in a bigger picture
I am part of the joint in a wider mixture

So what I wish and wish it may tell what my life would be
In this hand of mine, filled with possibility
Tell me your story and I'll tell mine
As our perspectives are different
But they all intertwine

It's still not ok, but then again, when has it ever been...

There's nothing but grey skies
I can just about glimpse them through the door
As much as I tried
I still find it hard
Sitting on the lowest stair
Watching through the screen door

A simple comfort, it always is
Watching as the first few drops fall from the sheets of clouds
Creating channels across the dirt on the glass
Bright, despite everything
Bright against the pale white paint

Its good to not have to think
It can get overwhelming
And I'll admit to one thing
As much as I'm remiss to static opinion
Catching just a glimpse or two of
A passing black bird or
Something...

Just to remind me

He’s so mad,
But I love him so bad.
I can’t help but to feel so sad.
Tap, tap, tap, my cigarettes pack goes.
Beat, beat, beat, my heart beats for him.
What else can I do, when we aren’t near?
Knock, knock, knock. I knock on his door.
He opens the door, I love him so much.

I have been alone,
How alone you ask?

So alone,
Even the tears flowed away,
Bearing disapproval to my state

So alone,
That my lungs haven't been polished for years,
With breath shared by a beautiful soul

The windows, they stare at their own scars
The old doors, go either way to closure,
The torn roofs welcome the rain
But the drops fill spaces,
   Not hearts

human hearts beat in rhythm
against my stillness
like a knock
against a door
that doesn't want
to be answered

I would rather close the door
For I can not fix ravage bind
Ruined along the plight
Tight hold no more.

Peer at the motion
Slowly teemed by caution
Loose its cleave
And just decided to leave.