he said i see it wrong,
i guess i'm upside down
but i was looking up
and he was on the ground

To the quiet mind
That roams the street
Full of soul
And oh so meek

For when the noise
Of growth ensconces
Your feet remind you
That every step

Has
Lead
You
Onward.

You travelled everywhere and now you're back.

Like a child
Reckless.
Careless.
Wanting everything.
But this time you must sit.

I can't ground you
But I can guard you
Renew you
Train you
In the way you should go

And when fear comes
Or envy
Or worry
Or lust
You won't depart.
Not this time.
Stay mind stay

If you pay attention to those around you, eventually you will  begin to notice. That people's words and their actions, don't flow together in a fluid motion.

I have had quite a few losses on the battlefield of friendship, it's unfortunate with the friends I've chosen.

It took some time but my eyes have opened, wide with truth and my mind is focused. On the quality of friends I keep, and the trust I seek is loyalty a bond we share that goes unspoken.

Like having my back when situations provoke approachment, it's the loyal ones that stick around and back you up. While the ones who always  talk the most, will stand in silence with no defense keeping still as if their frozen.

Trust me when I say, that trust alone won't get you far. When greed and envy are played as cards, to hurt you as a person. When you pay close attention, you will know which friends to hold and which to fold for certain.

The world is not that huge,
It's just a ball spinning like a centrifuge.

A step can discover many things,
An event creates many happenings.

With just a turn you'll see what you can. With a decision you'll see what will happen before and then.

All are just done commonly,
But no one will understand everything completely.

Like wearing a blindfold on one eye, what you'll see will just look like a lie.

Not focusing on one thing,
Can mean someone their everything.

I can not seem to describe it the way I would like but, it is as if, sometimes, I am able to focus on everything I touch.
Getting into this sort of zone, I guess you could call it, where it is like my senses of touch and feel are heightened.
Like when I scrunch up a piece of paper, I can feel every crease and crinkle.
So you can not imagine what it feels like when I get to touch your skin.
I focus in and feel every line, every wrinkle, every vein, every hair follicle, every mark.
God you are the most interesting person to trace.
You make me feel at home when you hold me and our bodies meet, like two galaxies colliding.
You feel like a warm bed on a cool night.
A cup of coffee made just right on a Sunday morning.
I can not wait to caress my fingers upon you once again.

Stone cold
Heart that's been
dying to hold on
And hold on it shall 
Do with being
It's chilled, guarded self

But something's happened
Feelings starting
To unyield
In front of me
Eyes that are
Starting to see
Ice melting
Heart pounding
Mind boggling
About what's
Happening

I can feel my
Focus faltering
Focus on things
That I should
But only if I could
(And I'm scared that)
Then I would
Focus my all 
On you

You said that I'm a loser
Who talks a lot about loving you without even try to approach you
Who keep silent when your past still haunting you
Who could not make you to be focused to look at me

Well, how should I put it?
It's no use to examine a specimen
When the coarse and fine focus were not rotated exactly the way it should be to look at the object

You will never see the object – nor  my venture