With my eyes jarring wide
My lips sing your song
The words make me cry
Make me feel I belong

The song is so bright
Took my soul out the pit
The urge I must fight
The urge to steal it

I wished I could write
Such a powerful song
I searched all night
But my heart was all wrong

Then one starry night
I felt a cold winter breeze
A few notes took flight
And landed on my knees

Like a stark thunder peal
Like a sharp wind in spring
At once I could feel
The song I must sing

Philosophy will wane
Protect the status quo
Take off the chain
Throw off the cord
Focus on gain
You will get a reward
Someone will teach you
You will become a commodity
Something of value
You won't have to worry
No need to confess
You're free to laugh
At those that have less
Take what's theirs
Steal their ideas
Neither loser nor winner
Neither master nor beginner
There are all types
Of shadows that walk the city
Who take comfort in mediocrity
You will be surprised
You may even be shocked
When you realize time is money,
You will make friends with the clock
A time to sleep
A time to get dressed
Brush your teeth
Go to work, without stress
A time to play
Do the same thing every day
No excuses, money to spend
A time to unwind
A time to throw a rubber band
Into the eye of your friend
In the end
No need for a sharp mind
No need to understand
For we're all just putty
In someone else's hand.

Long have I waited to escape the toxicity
Of the house I grew up in, my parents hypocrisy
I thought I could right the wrong if I was alone
Yet without a spouse, is this really a home?

I've done my best to keep out of sight
Stimulants in the morning, depressants at night
They make me smell bad and tarnish my beauty
Who can love someone like me?

I have an open mind, but a heart shut tight
I'm open to ideas, but against love I fight
I've been hurt and burned by love grievously
Who can love someone like me?

I ask for help, and get empty words
I hear their song, they sing like birds
To a shattered soul, it hurts and burns
Weep with me, and patch my wounds

Live with me, and hold me tight
Dream with me, all through the night
I promise to be loyal and true,
Like a stray dog, I'll forever love you

I like poetry
It's good to write down your thoughts
Retrospect your life

You might not have known
It's also a form of art
Poets are artists

But now I will sit
Until I find a purpose
Philosophizing

Do you think a lot?
Do you take matters to heart?
Are you a deep well?

Today I went out
Nothing interesting happened
I quickly went home

Nothings the matter
Yet nothing matters to me
Must find excitement

But Im too frightened
Don't need more bruises or stress
People sicken me

Intentionally
Make me want to **** myself
I'm better off here

In my comfort zone
Contemplating about life
Talking to myself

Your eyes are my thunder
Your gaze sets me loose
It's really no wonder
I do what I choose
Yet there's something about you
I feel it in my chest
You set me free
To try my best

If there's a reason to envy the wicked, it's this
They're well aware life is glorious
Their lives are bliss, no fear instilled
Their cups and bowls are always filled
They get what they want, live by do as thou wilt
They grow old, and die knowing no guilt

I am not like this, terror all around
Deep in my heart, nervous fatigue is found
They lock me up without answering why
They'd shoot me down if I tried to fly
They lean on me, then watch me fall
Before stepping and walking on me in front of all

And so I'm stuck, trapped in fear
While my enemies mock and cheer
As if pain and persecution is a jest
Though my life is gruelling, I can attest
Their hearts are hardened, mine's like clay
I adapt to suffering, they run away

Watch where you walk, be aware of your path
The better you do, the more narrow it gets
It's like building a house of cards
One mistake and you have to start all over again
Some things you pick up and can't part with
Some people come along and you can't let go
You must learn to stand on your own
You must face yourself at some point
They can afflict you, they can abuse you,
but nothing will hurt like what you do to yourself

Some things are a mystery to me, like
Should I always speak the truth
Or if I should cover ugly truth in the name of love
Where I end, and where my surroundings begin
If other people can sense what I'm feeling
If I hurt others as much as my mind convinced me I did
Is everything going downhill, or if things will get better
Will there be a new revival, or are we in end times
Is life scripted