As a reflection of innocence slighty confusing to a stranger has subsided into a rebellion of insecurities placed among the many situations in which I've faced along this trail.
In myself I search for answers to questions bundled up inside to better understand my current state of mind I am alone with thoughts gone crazed about the reality I know so well.
I view the world as dark and gray held captived by a few occasions that seem happy, still the rest are disturbed over evil plots to fill in the blanks.
This world to me is by far the saddest for there's too much pain and sorrow at which point it encaves us all.
Although sometimes when the sun rises into beauty reflecting light it tends to release the soul.
As a reflection of innocence slighty confusing to a stranger yet not so uncertain to the one contemplating these enstrange thoughts.
Hence, I am alone within myself whereas I lost all love towards those I onced loved as I discover myself trapped in a maze just like a rat, but escape towards freedom wanting to succeed by coming up fresh.
I am the best I've surpassed the test, therefore I know my path to pass the rest in a life that's shown me truths beneath their deception.
I am the leader of this trail slighty confused, we all are; it's how I viewed myself....

There was a time which music was my solace.                          
It  intoxicated me.
It captived me.
Took my soul and made it soar.            
It was there always. A friend...or perphas an unspoken love.
It filled me. made me whole.
It was always enough.

We were so in love once.
But love can die.                            
And when the music dies what will plays  for me?
Who will play for me?
What will make me feel whole?            

Music and I once where once so abundantly in love.
         And I was once content.
                                   And not so forlorn.

But love can die.
And I fell out of love with the music.