Why do I feel the need to cry
Tears roll down my face and dry
Have you ever forced yourself to
Blinding thoughts travel through
Trivia and loose talk so distant now
Looking at the universe, wondering how
I don’t want to be a repetition of the past
I know my enthusiasm will not last
And how do I remain steadfast, when life
Tests in ways that appear finite
So many questions with no answers
Spread so fast, an unstoppable cancer
Maybe that’s why people want to quit
Simple really – to avoid being hit.
Why do you never write anything positive?
Perhaps a smile emerges from your lips.
Here you go, a joyful poem for you
Happy days ahead and the sky is blue
People are singing and dancing along
Joining together, in rhyme and song
No worries no problems, its really great
I love this feeling of being awake
So I continue my life without a care
To open my eyes I wouldn’t even dare
Watch the path don’t trip and stumble
For facing reality makes dreams crumble.
Of reality you speak so tragically?
Mankind is happy and in total equality,
And those that aren’t, we’re saving them
Liberating the lands...
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Mar 22nd, 2008
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I take a deep sigh and then I write these words
Call me depressing but this life hurts
A fool is only what I can claim to be as time,
Time does but claim me.
Swallowed up in what some consider a game,
Play it I guess, reality is nowhere in the name.
The difference is I will make mistakes
And not be able to turn back and recreate
I look at my friends and see them in pain,
Guilty indeed as the scars remain
Forgive me, please, I beg you now.
Then I turn to myself and wonder how.
If there’s one thing in life that I have learned
Put your hand to the fire and it will be burned
As a child you learn from your mistakes
It appears I’m willing to fund my fate
A gaping void has opened in my life
Ungrateful? Do His blessings not suffice?
So then why do I kneel instead of prostrate
The words uttered with a bitter taste.
Time has passed and things have changed
The gap will be filled by bonds of pain
I’m going to fight and hold onto the gem
To let go would be fuelling my own end
I am no longer scared of the battles ahead,
I look forward to the dream instead.