What is it?
The reward for climbing,
For breaking pieces of me off,
For giving everything.

It’s not the kind of love I’ve been through,
Because all it did was knock me lower.
I don’t go for the love I want anymore,
Not because it’s not there,
I don’t think I’m deserving of people like them.

Nor is it golden chains and watches,
I’m through with suits and such.
What good is money,
When I’m looking to make it big and broke?

It can’t be the journey either,
Or rather, those certain things that came,
That changed me.
Maybe it’s the people who made it out of the rungs,
The people with whom we run.

If I could pick a prize for life,
It would be standing in the shallow waters,
Staring at the shore,
After fighting through the deeps.

Being young seems to be a lethal thing,
It's hard to see future days,
When there's so much haze,
Over today.
Falling back feels worse,
When you were just there,
And it's hard to resist giving painful people second chances,
Because I can't see my future soulmate,
As good as others can.
At least not finding them,
I can visualize them.
Someone a little similar to me,
But not exactly the same.
I'd like to be a little taller too if that's okay,
But that's really it.
I just want somebody,
That I love,
Who loves me back the same.

Am I too young to miss the past
Am I too old to enjoy the rain
Too young to notice the change
Too old to be immature

Or maybe too young to think when to blink
in fear I’ll miss the bliss if I stop to think

Or maybe age isn’t real
Just there to control when we do what
When we should be embarrassed to cry,
or when to start to live our lives,
and with a blink of an eye
you’re caught barely alive,
wore out from existence of time

Highways go on forever
intertwining suburban homes;
where boys are loved into men;
then drive away

i met you almost
two years ago
i hurt you
while scrambling
through my own pain
trying to find my way
through a dark maze
with a haze of ache

you got caught
in my rage of
a crossfire
i realized
i actually liked someone
trusted them so easily

i was angry
someone actually
made me laugh
made me smile

the hurricane
was a category five
you took shelter
far away from me
my tears dripping
from the sky

two years after
the hurricane
we are just recovering
there is life again
there is growth
there is laughter
there is happiness
there is light


there is a second chance