crystal clear thinking
is not for me
i see life as a blur
full of happy and sad moments
wondering whether things lead to better things
having days of complete and utter sorrow
then days of hope and a sense of self again
my life is not a routine
it is not structured
i think
i will just keep moving forward
slowly
until the pieces of my life
are put together

passed memories
what good is a blurred compliment
"you were once good at this"
so i am now a failure
and have lost what made me worth something
i guess i will never be good enough in your eyes

oh you flew by
before i could say hi
you existed
only for a fleeting moment
what if i had stopped time
and made you mine

music stops
curtains are drawn
now
the show's over
no more performance
it's real
real life
who are you
when you're off the stage
back in your home
alone

you caught me like a bunch of roses
thrown from a bride on her wedding day

his strength is his virtue
he carries the world on his shoulders
still his eyes are filled with light
he is at ease
in control of his weighted life
he does not collapse
ever
he prospers