The negative image of a drop in the sea...
All of my burning, reduced
To a spark in hell;
And if I escaped
I know what awaits,
That the sky would fall;
Heaven bright ablaze,
Every breath exhaled
Now holds the promise of
The cheapest ending yet
But I’m holding on
To seeing out the next sunset

our minds spin off on their own little threads
run away to make their own sense
since I took this blue
I think my picture must be true
but I'll wait to see if it comes
cause the fake gold is my own and it usually knots
About which we love to dream
constructing our own little covers
Turn laughing to see what the Real has brought us
So different
So similar
So perfect and fine in the loveliest ways
what I wove would never have fit me
But You do

Although some things may not be good for you
It is good for the greater good
For all of us, we believe
That one man's sacrifice, is the greatest there is.

Making babysteps in human knowledge
Feeling fluttering in my ribcage
Helping to a brighter world
Possibilities unfurl

Teams of scientist roaming the web
The tide of progess flows and ebbs
Just to play my own small part
Brings me gladness in my heart.

Seeing how discorery works
The sweat and tears that ****
Struggling to be very thorough
Not to introvertly burrow

Meeting great minds giving talks
Learning how to walk the walk
I'm thriving in my favorite field
Like an orange slowly peeled.

Cause she'll always be my lovely,
And I'll always be a **** up.
In the end that's the only thing,
That really matters.
But does it have to be that way,
Everything I do is poetic
And I'm tired of explaining every metaphor to you.
So just judge me,
For doing you wrong,
And while you sitting in you hatred
I'll show others to get along.
Cause I place my bets on the small talk,
All my money is on the rejects,
Don't tell me I'm less than you
No I can still be something greater