We spend too much time on tension
Unwittingly,
I'd like to fix the air we breathe,
So uncomfortably.
I'd like to pull the anger out from under you
To fight the sadness that's within me,
Not to say that you should fix me,
Just that you don't fight timidly.
And neither do I,
But maybe this time there isn't a bad guy.
Because I hang on your every word,
So when your words hurt
They are crippling,
But that has to count for something
Because if I didn't care then I wouldn't be limping,
What is a fight without something worth defending?
I'm not trying to break the rules
Just saying that they may be worth bending.

A lapse in time
A moment in which I've lost my focus
A lapse in thought
A valuable token
The most thoughtful thinking is done without speaking
And taught without seeking
In a room with a clock
So that there's never a moment in time you can't take back because
Time heals all wounds so that you can walk
And fools talk
So don't open your mouth for foolish critiquing
The art of being thoughtful is that no one knows what your thinking
Because your thinking too deeply
And if you can instigate a moment in time
Through the power of your mind without blinking
Then you have the power to concieve a new state of believing
Believing the ability to see beyond the realm people are ordinarily seeing.
This level of achievement is unbeknownst to my fragile concepts
I've realized the pattern, but have yet to pick up the steps
And I miss being the surefooted label
Because I was less likely to slip on the time tables
And maybe one day I'll be able to think in time and master by mind
So that i wont MIS step for fear of being mistaken
But rather use my mind
To place my hand in time
And twist my fate to that of my own making.

Hands poised on the keyboard of my mind,
Two people speak to me
Two different ways to live your life,
Too different to listen to at the same time.
Mind blown,
Not everyone knows they'll land on a good state of mind.
Most find, they are falling into the rhythm of deadly pursuit,
Hands shaking with words, lips pursed
For a rhyme that I believe in with every tendon I chose to use
Like comprehending your memories in the present
Sublime.
But I'm afraid,
That I won't make it with just blood, sweat, and tears.
Realization will come with facing my fears.
This games been won before, often overplayed.
A daydream I control,
A nightmare I do not,
Slightly shaking, faking confidence in my own thoughts,
Two people speak to me
One in truth and one,
Truthfully.
There are two sides to every story.
One lies,
And one would for me....

There's knowledge and there's wisdom,
There's logic and there's vision,
Do you hear me? Or will you listen?
Nobody grows up to be a ******, a druggie, somebody frowned on by a society
that grew up just like me, and grew down hypocritically, frowned upon brown nosed and rebelled,
Excelled or failed,
Both propelled by figuring out everything your around.
I didn't get here compelled to take leaps and bounds into places I was never curious about.
And all the things your furious about, aren't things i found,
They're just things I found out
Gently bending the minds of the malleable,
Persuasion is powerful, when you back your words with a good enough reason
To be.
Or not to be.
Either way it must've piqued my curiosity.
Don't feel like a failure for you or for me.
Its unfulfilling to feel that much sympathy, when no ones at fault for the capacity a brain has for learning.
when a mind can process ten things from the eye, but only identify three knowingly.
Amazing the way your mind stays at work subconsciously
Don't get me wrong,
The path I'm on is my fault.
Just try to understand, that if you've ever worried that I would be just like you, then I was around a reason that triggered those worries that one day fell into my hands.
And I shouldn't have said yes,
But I did so willingly.
And honestly,
I wouldn't be me without getting where I've gotten me.
But I will learn from my mistakes,
No mistake, despite what I used to say.
I'm saying now I'm sorry lets move on into this brand new mindset
I don't expect you to believe me, just reread these words one day and know I must've meant that.
Time to stop saying I'll fix that and start fixing,
Start paying attention to the way I'm living.
I'm fixated on what's next, and my fixation on it makes me miss the old me
And everyone that knows me knows its so me to make my mind up like this,
So I'm folding it up and taking it with me.
I'll relive it,
But just as memories to remind myself that I finally did it.
I'll be proud of the way I'm living
and where I'm going,
Because thank God for showing me I'd never find the missing piece of a puzzle that would never bring me peace.
Thank God I didn't miss the point of the journey
The day I decided not to be the old me.