As we sit here, looking
Across the plains, the sea
One looks at the other
And the other looks at me

He says "Hey, my goodness gracious,
That lady needs a room"
She says "I know, she surely needs one,
This weathers looking gloom"

And as I sit observing
The clouds, they start to rain
The lady pulls her pockets
Naught a penny to her name

Frowning, I sadly watch her
How helpless she must be
To try and find a shelter
That will take her in for free

Then my dreary gaze shifts
To the hill beyond the tree
As the Monster in the Mansion
Stands on his balcony

As he looks upon her
She says "I'll give you all I've got
Please save me from this weather
I ask not for a lot"

Laughing, loudly scoffing
The Monster tilts its head
"Why give my hard earned money?
You should get a job, instead"

Ironically, I'm thinking
As this lady begs and crawls
That the Monster made his fortune
Off of peasants, so he calls

I sigh and cry, just watching
This Monster; not a care
And realize how disheartening
That this life is so unfair

I ask myself, exactly how
Did I not see as I do now?
What things went on in yesteryear
To blind what I can now see clear

Perhaps it is with every age
Our lens grows sharp with each new page
Time, it makes us wise and true
And strips naïveté from you

The young, the old, we’re all the same
Just wand’ring souls in life’s bored game
We drift and dwell and dream and drink
And hardly ever stop to think

It is the way we’ve always been
‘Twas even said when we’d begin
It will not ever change, I fear
I long for what’s lost: yesteryear

If you want truth, then look no more
For it is knocking at your door
The hardest thing to think about
Is that which causes us to doubt

You’re wrong. I’m sorry, but it’s so
The question you must ask now, though
Is do I admit that which is right
Or keep on putting up this fight

See, no one likes to admit fault
We treat it like a wound with salt
But if you could just come to term
You’d be shocked at just what you’ll learn

Pride, it sets back you and me
As does it’s partner, vanity
The day you realize this is true
Is the day you’ll meet the real you

Twenty-twenty, ‘tis said to be
Yet now, so clearly do I see
Hindsight views such times, now lost
To go back I’d pay any cost

Things I wish I’d done, or said
To those who’ve drifted, or lie dead
I wish, so dearly, for the chance
To change what’s now my circumstance

So much sorrow
So much regret
No more tomorrow
They’re gone, and yet

All that’s left to do is clear
I cannot dwell on yesteryear
My choices give no other choice
I’m left with nothing, but my voice

So now I speak the best I can
I try so others understand
What matters can’t be weighed in gold
Its finding those who’s hand you hold

A raindrop has one chance to fall
To land where it might fulfill all
As do dandelions sway
They, just once, will drift away

Breeze will carry, gently now
The seeds of life that they endow
No second chances, no regrets
One life is what each person gets

Do not be nervous
Feel not afraid
Destroy doubt’s wall
And barricade

Live your life as you want to
Do the things you want to do
Boldly tell the one you love
You’re meant to be and not scared of

Embrace the world as you see fit
For time, we don’t get much of it
Make the most of what you’ve got
Live and laugh and love, a lot

You ask me why I’m like this
I’ll tell you best I can
Some things have happened in my life
That made me who I am

I used to see things one way
But that way got turned to two
And then I started seeing things
From all these points of view

Everything around me changed
‘Twas different than before
The world revealed itself to me
As it drug me ‘cross the floor

It showed me everything it made
It showed me that I’m lost
It showed me that there’s many more
Who feel the same exhaust

And then, it softly spoke to me
It told me to be strong
And if you let your weakness win
You’re right where you belong

Four hours is a funny thing.
In four hours,
I can earn 48 dollars,
or I can shower and make breakfast
while flipping through the pages
of old books
and sipping my bitter coffee.
Four hours...
I suppose some could
save a life or maybe the world
in four hours.
But I cannot.

I can make 48 dollars,
or I can stare at the ceiling
and maybe think big thoughts
and not do much of anything
in four hours.

Legacy is such an odd word.
Something to keep you alive
When your life becomes blurred,
And you need the drive.
But no matter with what fortune you pay,
It’s still with the dead you lay.

My thoughts are with the dead,
For among them I will one day walk,
And yet I hope that once I’ve bled
The living will not be wrought with midday talk
And the tears will surely fall
And more than just the babies will bawl.

With the living I find delight in space,
Watching the star soaked sky,
And dancing around in lace.
But I know it is all a lie,
Because it is with the dead I will survive
It is with the dead where I will one day arrive.

My days among the dead are here,
With them I now belong.
Now that I am more than fear
I hope my life was strong.
I hope my legacy is enough
For my life to survive the tough.

Loneliness will  be scary if you are uncomfortable being lonely with the person you are-_-some are really content and comfortable that way

Loneliness=>improvisation=>
improvised prospects=>improvising perspective=>you get where you are going:)
If you get comfortable alone you are definitely heading where you want to be:)