Please walk by me,
The music's cranked to hear my mind breath
I can't hear you and please don't remind me
I'm aware of the bass and snare
Keeping all other opinions out of there
It's not as simple as, "I don't care"
But at the same time I'm happily unknown,
So don't address yourself to me over here.
Leaving me in my own zone.

It's confusing, seeing me wandering by
See I'm happy, I'm laughing
You just don't have the formula to understand
That I have no master plan
I choose to dance with uncertainty
And I love it.

I love it like a random Wednesday drive
With no map, following clouds in the sky
The roads are the veins
To my pulse carrying me by
This is my zone, where I am alive
Don't squander my voice,
This place I've found is just mine
I'll stay here awhile, you can pass me by

Always just seems to encompass so little now a days. like forced nevers that started out strong but ended up limping out the mouth. making every time after falling short of the finish line, crutchless and wounded. turning the next encounter to reruns that have burned itself into view of the latter. Passively predicting the loop but doing little to alter the fateless. because popcorn needs to eaten just as shows are made to be watched. we are all tuned to the same channel, just in different brightness settings. then given the option to search for the remote control that will remain absent. we're told that the search will bare  the fruit desired. and even though it is common knowledge now as to where the path leads and ends. for it was thine own ****** hand that placed the final stone. a ******* in the making. for the only other word to describe such behavior Is insanity. whether it is a question or a statement is beyond the threshold of what im willing to spend time thinking about. even though my thought process is rarely my own and i wouldnt really call us friends either. for if my thoughts betray me why would i give others a privileged that i am not qualified to give away. was there a day in my in my redacted childhood that wont raise its hand when i do roll call. one that warned me, trained me even to Not react but preemptively parry the blows that i would soon take full force. Pretending that its the smoke caressing and constricting the lungs and not the constant sucker punch to the only blind spot left. at this point, neglect works just as well as chasing an unattainable figment. that in my opinion. is far too real and even less tangible.

What are these roads?
We've walked them before

Your love is a pain,

I wish to endure

For this tree loves everybody
it is bright, it is lovely, it is … short
truncated yet hopeful
all the colours of the rainbow
This tree does not care who you ****
or what you put in to which hole
This tree has no holes, no cracked old bones
just a spectrum, a bole covered in a gentle bark
no reprimand, no judgement, an open elemental heart
It has no plateau of leaves to offer shelter
but it is here and it loves you whether
you care for the woods, for the rain or not
This tree loves everybody
Its bark is deep, it is cracked, it is flawed
and though it is aged and short, truncated
by fate and the nature of this place
it is unbowed echoing all that we hope
will come to pass, for this tree is yours
it grows all the colours of the rainbow
Let it brighten your grey sky grey day
Let it remind you that things may yet change
Let it smile for you when you can't raise
enough brightness inside to chase away
all that we've lost, all that we fight for
For this tree loves everybody
and so can we all,
                       so can we all,
                                      so can we all

As one road ends, another begins.
Let go of the old one,
never getting stuck on it.
Take fond memories,
but walk towards
a new one.
Be excited, bewildered and
mindful.
Remain non-expectant.
Never comparing.
Never competing.
Life works in roads,
some steep upwards,
others steep downwards.
Life is a myriad of roads
that lead to nowhere.  
That’s why it’s all about
the different roads and how we
walk them.

Change has a strange way of happening all at.
Once.
There was a tale that believed to be never ending.
Built on pillars that boasted victory from the sands of time.
Only the stormss onslaught continued.
battering any life daring enough to venture out.
An incessant cycle of death.
One that only grew more ravenous with every meal.
Only to discover that the beast turned machine some time ago.
Just as the landscape did.
Leaving the inside as vacant as yesterday's tears.
And so the tale concluded.
Not with bang.
Or A crash.  
But a whisper.
No grand exit.
And no goodbye.
For its only a chapter in this ever growing novel of disappointment.
And with welcoming arms does the darkness insist.
The right choice was always so obvious.
And now perspective is all that's left.
So one must ask.
Has hells chains ever been removed.
Or has the minds eye been shut all this time..

I say it now
Maybe i won't again
A tale of love
Where love has no name

I was just a boy
And i was just a starter
I started my life
With just a name

I was called chetan
I had no game
I sat and watched
Watching gave me fame

I was quite as sun
I watched people play
Some liked me and some say
Btw who i was to judge their way?

I learned somethings
Somethings that i say
Live life until love is found
And love will give you days

It's not the thing
That i have to say
There's still something
That has no tail

She was lucky
I was not
People knew her well
But me they mentioned not

I remember i was standing
She was nearby
When i was singing
And only you listening

Some stories have songs
Some stories have a sound
Mine was as rhythmic as a riddle
But was as quiet as Chaplin

I don't know if we were us
Or was it just me
She never said
And i never asked

But story went on
She noticed me for long
Or was it my thinking
I would never know

But yes it was something
I was thinking about her
And then the story goes
Where it should not

I waited for her
Maybe she didn't know
Because she left forever
And i waited for a no

No as a sentence
No as a word
No to define the situations
Between me and her

But does it really matter
Does it really mean
She was the lovely novel
I could never read

My eyes look for her
My eyes look for hope
That guided the world to glory
That guided the world on roads

I know the feeling inside
I trust it will mean a lot
I know it's a liability
That makes me strong

There's a difference
That will always be
You would be the lovely queen
I would be the unknown me

But i would sing this song
For us to be we...

By Arcassin Burnham


Plastic end of the stick in hopes to never see the inside
Of what your anger stands from,
I put in all the work to love to have you in my arms , it's
Not enough in a continuum,
Constant calling , leaving voice messages in every hour
on the Hour just to gain some hope,
Looking for your soul crossing through dimensions even
In a paranormal state you just looking for a reason to
Just make it so,
So make it so,
Had to pick it up and get off the road,
Revised Woodstock , you don't need no clothes,
Running away is the choice that I chose,
And Lucy's In The Sky With Diamonds With her eyes closed.......

Being graceful with the savage toes,
There's nothing left upon the old railroad,
And if you didn't know , now ya ........

you cannot fault one person for changing
it is the nature of human beings
we change as the years pass by
we change as the situation change.

we change in each era of our lives.

you cannot fault one person for changing
changing, it is like breathing
the rise and fall of our chest
inhale
exhale.

'you guys used to be close', they said.

but sometimes as we grow up,
we change direction,
we change our minds,
and we end up being in different roads
that leads us into two entirely different places

with the little thought in the back of our minds
that our roads will unite again
at some point in our life.