Reality.

Upon asking a question....realize that no thought should be tamed, and that all that it means to be alive, is not exactly what we have currently percieved. That, the world around us can be entirely altered, and rearranged. The ability to create an entire world within itself is only a mere step away from simplicity. All one must do is take a leap into the most dark, and demented states of our own minds. There, we must relive the pain, misery, and unknown. To ask questions when confused only leads to one thing, and one thing only: an understanding of this made up reality. And when one finds hinself understanding what is not real, we begin to believe that what we are living within, must be sane. That the colors and scents, the moments and memories, are not a figment of our imaginations but a placement of the greatest power of all, ourselves. And where no one else can disagree is one's own opinions. And when all around is nothing now but wasted space, and a fake image of what one's mind has begun to percieve as real. This new place has become a reality. If we take a step further into the depths of this mindset, Reality. We begin to view the world and it's entire beauty a bit differently than we did before we simply opened our eyes. We see the blues look much bluer, and the clouds look much brighter, the people far more out of place. The simple statements, all but contradictory ...and the world, unordinary. The sounds begin to blur into an endless symphony, and we begin to wonder what they mean at all. A simple memory of a lesson we once learned comes to mind in this instant: the one who was curious, did not come out alive. He who asked the question fell into a state of mind that led him into a new reality, a new idea. And that idea is all it takes to create another just like itself. And before one can control themselves these ideas will be spreading like wildfire, out of control. So although it may be curiosity who killed those who wanted to know, they are the one's who have found reality. The one's who will never be, uncertain. The one's who will never reply "I don't know". Our minds are infested with powerful things and all it takes to reach this astonishment...........is to take the risk, and be the one who falls away from the others.

If you're looking for the truth, all it takes is to question, understand, believe and percieve...create an idea from nothing but faith. Create an idea from the darkest of lights, and the quiestest of noise. Create: reality.

....catch me.

life has found it's reason, for making thing's astray.
life has found that in me, nothing is "okay".
i'm wondering when this happened, when i lost all my control.
i'm trying to remember ..but i can't seem to think at all.
stuck inside these feelings, what's been good and what's been bad,
i'm having trouble moving, and this is all i've ever had.
i'm lost inside this moment, lost behind that wall.
lost in thoughts surrounding you, lost inside it all.
searching for that something, that will make all things okay..
looking for the person, waiting for that day.
paths that aren't yet taken,
loves that are yet to be found..
questions that remain unanswered,
times when you fall to the ground.
all becomes a learning game, one that's hard to beat.
all becomes a constant race, of inevitable defeat.
what i want, and what i need are two separate things in all.
i pray that someday, someone soon, will catch me as I fall..

"fine"

no words do i know will begin to explain.
no feeling's i've known will put a justice to pain.
you were out of your mind to show your face where I was..
you clearly weren't thinking, and not that you should.
I would love it to know that I don't cross you mind.
content in knowing there is no way you're kind.
I was doing okay, avoiding your touch.
I was doing much better, what's been done was forgot.
Yet only so much can progress from this time.
the smallest of things make me fall into rhyme,
The simple knowledgge of you passing by,
never fails to make the world spin to sky.
I hate to admit how much you cross my own mind.
And that despite what you think, i'm not doing "fine" ..

All that I'd be..

I long to live the fullfilling life, a strength I've yet to see..
And just when I thought I was strong enough, I fell for all to see.
Don't cry too much, won't show what's left, the world can't see what's me...
and all before I showed myself.

I lost all that I'd be.

You were all I needed, and all I had.
You were all I had to see.
You picked me up, and threw me down,
and left me here to be.

I'll never forget the way I felt, and the things you seemed to feel.
The way you never cared so less, and seemed to take the wheel.

You ruined all that had meant to me, I can't go a single day.
I don't want to admit it, but because of you.
I will never get away.

nothing. makes. sense.

the walls, they're closing in on me...
a despicable sight that I've yet to see,
and I wonder most often what has brought me here,
and where on this Earth I am going to steer.
I'm lost inside this constant trance, just
wondering when something will make me relax.
I feel like it never is going to end,
and all that there is, is really pretend.
It's funny just thinking about all that I've done,
and remind me that something has come from this none.
I hate that I can't just stop thinking of you.
I am constantly lost, and never know what to do.
I know nothing makes sense, and I am usually wrong...
most of these emotions, don't even fit with my songs..
I want more than this, to just make things okay.

Maybe just someday, it will be a new day.

better, someday.

I've learned to lean on what's been near....
I've always wanted to stay right here.
I've wished for what's been on my mind...
I've searched for what's impossible to find.
I wonder each day if what I'm doing is right...
I'm constantly wishing I could give up this fight.
I seem to have got myself stuck in a hole...
where no one can find me, sitting alone.
Where things did go wrong, to that I can't see..
but it's clear something's missing, or wrong about me.
I don't have enough time to do what I want..
wishing I could apply all the things I've been taught.
Just can't the images out of my head..
lately I've been thinking, I'd rather be dead.
I have lost the ability to make things okay...
just thinking that maybe it will be better,

someday.