it was sometime in april
when i discovered that your eyes
held galaxies and worlds
within a treacherous sea of green;
and that was when i knew
i was hopelessly lost
in the irises of your eyes
and you were lost
in mine

but now it's a frigid december day
and my heart still quivers
when i hear the sound of your name,
it's cold days like these
when i ponder upon the truth
i'm still lost in your eyes
but it's so pointless
and so lonely,
so tragic
because you've found your way out
and you're no longer lost in mine

To think of how much I want you now
Is worthy of an act so ridiculous, so absurd
That only I will do this for you as long as you stand.
To cast out, dismiss and discard a daily symbol from our ABC again and again which is no cinch I can warn you.
I could hand you a magical, linguistical and **** right amazing work of art to gain your insight into how much my soul is yours,
but that holds no fun and is, in fact, a bit boring.

For you that can not gain a point of what I am trying to fix.
E entirely equals every everlasting effectionate emotion

A simple sample of a symbol used to approve the work of another.
But who was first to fist the quill and downward pull and upward ping?
Mr Tick of Tuscany?  Mrs Tick of Tijuana?  Or master Tick the ticklers son who tagged his type with ticking fun?
The actual answer is I'm sure a bore and a slip of the tip made the tick a score.

I am scared
I feel I am walking
Endlessly
Round and round
In a circle
It feels like hell
And I am stuck

Someone controls me
Strings on the ends of my joints
Changing my movements
Keeping me down
Is it a guiding hand?
Am I being lead,
To where I should be?

Then I looked,
Repetitive burden
I want to leave
I will break free
It will be difficult
But it can never be worse
Than the hell I am in now

Breakdowns. Spinning. Kicking. Screaming. Bashing. Loving. Hating. Nothing. Everything. Frowns. Zombies. Keys. Lies and truths. Cobwebs. Social conditioning. Lack of purpose. Lack of insight. Fulfill the prophecies or continue the failing cycle of doom.