Memories flood back and again I'm lost in time
Is there a button I can press so I can rewind?
Maybe a phone number, a code that I could call?
Cause "I don't hate you, not even a little, not even at all"

If I pressed that button, would I be able to forget
The fact that we ever really met?
Would we be just two souls, out there in space
Never to have met each other face to face?

Do I even have the strength in me
To leave your life and let you be
Without another word left to say
Would you really be okay?

The answer is no

I have the thoughts, though paper's not filled
I do have the pen, but the ink's been spilled
The will is there and yet is nowhere to be seen
But what does that really mean?

Although the empty and the silence does sound "fine"
I can't pretend that our pasts didn't intertwine
I notice my tapestry of life slowly forming for all the years that it took
But I somewhat like how it's starting to look

It's not perfect however when being in a calm flow
From it's edges I can see a faintly glow
And for my history to be this way for me to SHINE
Then no, that button I will not press to rewind.

There's been some ups (and downs more than I can count)
But I knew with you (and my crew) around I'd be safe and sound
And since I'm certain there's much more in store for me
I'm throwing in the towel and just let the past be

This world will throw you storms,
Sending shock waves to your knees.

They'll make you taste sugar.
Then watch you as you crumble.

They'll stake their claim.
Decide your name.

Tell you.
You're good.
Just not good enough.

Dreams you hold dear.
Will die out faster than any star.

This world will teach you.
Your blood, sweat and tears.

It's the only way.
You can live to survive.
Just for another day.

In a world that was rigged.
From the day you were born.

This world can be cruel.
That is why it needs you.

To shine the way.
You were always supposed to.

This world will take everything.
So you mustn't give your dreams away.

When they tell you.
To stop looking at the sky.
Do it anyways.

This world ran on dreams.
Long before reality.

like the earth,
i orbit and observe—
sunshine and ghosts,
moonlit secrets put to sleep
in mornings shadowed
by entities of me.

where i roar not loud enough to be heard,
only whispered—
a metaphysical battle of words.

asleep and awake at the same time,
a cosmic shroud,
a star without shine.

"Why do you treat me right?
talking late in the night
staring in your pretty eyes
you're so pretty, that I might
might pull up a fight
the stars above shine oh so bright
yet, I only see you far in sight
why?"

I am light in everything i do
In Everything i say
Everywhere i go
My light is all that i know
I am not afraid of the dark
As i shine brightly
In myself i am home
—Timothy Charles Carter