As it begins,
You explore who you are
And how you fit into the world.
More questions than answers.
Answers begets more questions.
You know you must choose a direction.
The abundance of obstacles
Clutter your path,
And an overwhelming sensation occurs,
One you’ve experience before;
Fear.

As you fall,
You are unaware of lost footing.
The world shows multiple grays,
And all the fear
You fought valiantly to subdue
Reminds you it never left.
The fires spread,
Consuming all for its feast,
Conflicting with all you stand for.
You hit the ground soaked in its residue;
Chaos.

Through the pain
You endure the worst,
Discovering the secrets of the fickle world
And who you must be to survive.
Adapt, reinvent, unlock
Your next form, your new wisdom.
Reach down, gather your strength
And stare down the flames
With an unyielding resolve,
And achieve what chaos thought you could never do;
Rise.

It just keeps happening

I can hit the pause button as hard as I want
But it just keeps on repeating

The song plays on
Though it scratches itself up
Playing on repeat over and over again
The same old beat
The same old lyrics
Singing away
The words had stopped making sense
Long ago
Still it keeps playing the same song
It keeps doing the same things
Nothing has changed
How can I expect a broken record
To fix my life?

Every word in the world
Has been said before
No one can be original.
Try to surprise me,
I've heard it all before.
Everyone has, it's no secret.
I wonder if I could say something
That would make them listen to me.
The storm in this house
never shows it's rainbow.
The thunder is impossible to hide from.
I try and stay in my room
to escape the lightning.
But eventually it finds me anyway.
The stories that hide under covers
Folded into minds of those who toss and turn.
haven't truly been caught
they slip and slide when you try to write them down.
If only there was something
to help me put into words
but the words have all been used.
The sentences I speak are borrowed.
These thoughts I have are worn.
There is nothing in the world,
to describe this thought I hold.
We say it is impossible
to understand somebody's mind.
But we say we get it.
We don't want to hear the other.
Because we've heard it all before.

-3nwlry