Sometimes the image
You see of yourself in the mirror
Is a reflection of what
You think of yourself at that moment
Ugly, beautiful, maybe
Maybe it's all in your head

How ironic
... That at night, my dreams keep me awake.

Because love is a type of ******

...a sacrifice of self for another.

I want a house with walls, two windows and a door
Says the child who never lived in one before

I want to know what red feels like
Says the child who was born blind

I want to know what clean water tastes like
Says the child who has lived in drought

I just want a home, some food, water and some color
But another name for the universe is chaos
And we are expected to be content
Afterall, all it ever promised us, was life
And even that is never guaranteed.

I want a house with walls, two windows and a door
Says the child who never lived in one before

I want to know what red feels like
Says the child who was born blind

I want to know what clean water tastes like
Says the child who has lived in drought

I just want a home, some food, water and some color
But another name for the universe is chaos
And we are expected to be content
Afterall, all it ever promised us, was life
And even that is never guaranteed.

i have 140 characters to tell you how i feel
in my aggressive manner
but with 59 characters left
and 60 thoughts in my head;
I am struggling

Maybe.

If the landscape of life wasn't so unpredictable

If the Earth was a little bit flatter;

We wouldn't all be tripping and falling in love

Maybe.