Existence is conflict in itself
If one were to only ever flow down the river called life then one would not exist. Everything that is existing in this moment is like a fish swimming upstream. Without conflict life is boring and purposeless so enjoy the problems in your life. Or not, that would ruin the entire part of it being a problem. Just know it’s opposite existence enhances your life in a way that brings meaning to your otherwise despondent life. We should not exist without conflict and I doubt we could. Because by law of existence everything has a problem, opposite, or/and a conflict bounding them to reality.
Having said that, it would be a great honor to be your problem.
You ***** *** *****.
Love,
Your Problem

The moment has come
Don’t look away
Your inner feelings may sway,
But
The decision is now
And the future is behind you
Don’t be afraid
You’ve got the power
This isn’t your final hour
Do what you desire
With a heart of fire
And burn the night away

A new horizon brings new hope;
Hope seekers gather here
Treasure and Riches is what they hear;
Kings proclaim an ant is an elephant
Creating conflict all anew;
When you gather at the horizon in search of hope
In its stead, the church chimes ring red;

They come for the gold
And leave to the rich man below
Despair is all they know;
Hope is on the Horizon for new adventurers to seek
Hand in hand the cycle repeats

Hope brought up
So it can crash down;
Leaving nothing left
Not even the crown;

Pandora’s Box foretells
Do not trust it
A wolf in sheep's clothing;
Hope
Masked despair;
A new horizon brings new hope;
Beware;

Looking across the battlefield;
One Brave Soldier
One Cowardly Refugee;
Both understand
Their means of doing are different
Even so
Death ensues;
One Brave Soldier
One Cowardly Refugee;
Both understand
War is only a means of death
Even so
They can't seem to see;
They can't look past
Their own-
-Noses;
Death ensues;

I understand your emotions
I use them like a premotion
Like a foretelling
A chance for me to hop at
A plan for me to utilize
I understand your emotions
I abuse them before you realize
I’m nothing special

I can’t understand myself
I’m empathetic yet I can’t put myself in my own shoes.
Given a decision I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’m driven yet not
I’m a perfectionist surrounded by his own imperfection
I’m struggling but I’m not
The list goes beyond my conception
My brain is a labyrinth created
For my protection

I’m empathetic but not sympathetic
I care but only materially
I can only think pragmatically
Perhaps I’m not a person
But instead something dead

An eye for an eye may leave the whole world blind, but at least that ****** is blind too.

The frequency at which life produces
Is much to high
It often reduces
The great to nigh
We can’t keep up anymore
So we go to the store
Analyze what people decide to afford
And steal until there is nothing more
Our creative process
Is diverted
Into something of a recess
And inverted
We are looking for easy access
To that which we have interpreted
To be success

From me to you
And you to me
Please just you do you
And not me
Or someone not you
And I’ll be me, hopefully
So we can can go back to how it was
Originally
No more stupid laws
No more stupid genres
No more stupid constraints

Creativity is anarchy;
Please don’t try to change that
I know we can all can think
Originally

My heart is vibrant
My brain is despondent
Both should just relent
I need a compromise
I need to realize
This is surreal to me
And she just can’t see
My heart is vibrant
My brain...
Doubts plague my thoughts
Doubts of a something my past self sought
Now it is something wrought
It’s my mistake
But maybe she can’t handle the heartbreak!
Maybe...
My heart is not so vibrant
My brain, the same
Maybe...
I am to blame
For this short bout
I feel the shame
For I am a lout!
Forgive me now,
I don’t love you
But I can’t explain how
Hopefully I can
Soon

A new horizon brings new hope;
Hope seekers gather here
Treasure and Riches is what they hear;
Kings proclaim an ant is an elephant
Creating conflict all anew;
When you gather at the horizon in search of hope
In its stead, the church chimes ring red;

They come for the gold
And leave to the rich man below
Despair is all they know;
Hope is on the Horizon for new adventurers to seek
Hand in hand the cycle repeats

Hope brought up
So it can crash down;
Leaving nothing left
Not even the crown;

Pandora’s Box foretells
Do not trust it
A wolf in sheep's clothing;
Hope
Masked despair;
A new horizon brings new hope;
Beware;

Tonight we’ll dine alone
Separate places nowhere to call home
Tonight we’ll dine alone, together.
Call it a sign but these faces,
They’ve got nothing to them
No intention, no such hunch, not like us
Just something to look at
As our paces line the sidewalk to that fine wine place,
Drinks so costly we must be tying our laces
And drifting on out our laughter as payment
A moment has passed now we’re out to lunch
While I stuffed my luncheon in my face
You’ve beaten me to the punch, and
this time I’m anxious,
And my heart is fluttering,
So I mutter with haste
No rhyme or reason,
No chime to signal some fine line,
No time to to be wasted,
No, I reckon,
Just a second well spent
Just a second we’ll spend,
Again and again.
I love you more.

words cannot convey
what I wish to say
My thoughts they
Show a story
But these words they
Tell one poorly

If you have all the money in the world, are you really the richest person in the world?

It doesn’t take a wise person to understand wise concepts, but a wise person to create understandably wise ideas.

Balance;
Balance is what we want
Balance is what we believe we want
Balance is what I believe we want because
Balance is what sows what we call imbalance
Imbalance is what we believe we hate
Imbalance is what we need though;
Balance is the writing
Imbalance is the highlighter
One can exist without the other
While the other’s reliance is desperate and sporadic;
Balance in its own right is imbalance
Imbalance is bred from balance
Imbalance is bred because we realize:
Imbalance is what we want
Balance is what we need
Both are interchangeable
Both create the never ending cycle that we call life;
Without imbalance, balance would be boring. And without balance, imbalance would cease to exist.