Why am I an option
When you are my soul thought

Why must this heart of mine try
When it only ends in pain

Why do I feel this way
When I know who you long for

Why is everything so stacked
When everyone else has it easy

Why am I happy
When you smile about someone else

Why has everyone left me
When all I'm looking for is...

Time passes and wounds heal
scars of past loves mark my body
each day fading more and more

Even when they open back up
all I do is smile and endure
for time heals all, even if it heals slow

We look upon an older gentlemen.
Going through life, nothing special.
Working towards an end.
But one day, looking through old memorabilia.
He stumbles upon a long lost chest.
Brushing off the dust he opens it.
Hes heart jumps.
Lost notes from a love long gone.
But never forgotten.
Riffling through the chest he finds,
Pictures
Love notes
Old poems
And a ring.
Holding these small little trinkets.
A tear runs down hes check.
Everything happens for a reason.
Through all this a warmth flows through him.
He takes one last look at everything.
Puts everything back.
And goes back to the life that was found.
For the past is nice for a visit but life moves forward.

What happens
When a spark dies?
A light goes out?
A heart gives in to the pain?
Do you shut yourself away
Do you try to hide
From even the closest friends
When you are beset by darkness
Should not the stars shine
For every pice of coal
Presser is needed to make a diamond
Think of it not as a death
But as a new canvases
That needs to be cleaned
To put better works on
Every diamond was coal
So darkness is not the end
Only the beginning

Why do we fight?
Every day we wake up.
Ready to face another day.
Putting on a play.
For the world to see.
But I have stopped in my rut.
I look up to the sky and ask...
Why?
Why do I make my life this way?
What am I fighting for?
Then I look around me...
I see my family.
I see my friends.
I see a life worth making.

I know.
Not everyone is blessed.
So I ask you this.
Why do you fight?
And what are you fighting for?

Why is it so hard
To tell the fakers
From the friends
They change with the wind
Some days talking,
Laughing, carrying on
And others
Nothing...

Why are there so many?
Why are true friends,
So few...

If you got them
Cherish every memory
For one day
That will be all you have
Raise a glass
For the ones less fortunate


Raise one for me.

Walking around
Eyes staring down
Not looking round
Just stuck
In the rut of life
When I hit a wall
Dazed on my back
But now
Eyes on the open sky
Seeing all the stars
Seeing the unlimited possibilities
I get back up
But will never look down at my feet again.