Chatting.
Takes two.
Having fun.
Takes a few.

A day out isn't quite the same,
Its like a thunder storm,
Without the rain.

But what can you do?
What else have you got?
Talk to yourself?
Pretend they forgot?

Its not quite the same,
Having fun on your own,
Its not quite right,
Being alone.

Friends are they key,
The stars in your eyes,
The light in your lamp,
The truth to your lies

In-between what space
The vast expanse.
Colors around the bend reaching,
Reaching for the emptiness
Each end concealed with a door
A filter for the corruption of evil.

The lone man bares the harsh pilgrimage
From one door to the other,
He strides through nothing
Peaceful.
Ever so empty
Feelings abandoned
Forgotten

With every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but i've never lost hope.
It’s only cause time has turned me cold,
so many tribulations, you'd think i was old.
So with every breath, I seek experience,
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
From the sun's descent to its rising,
everything inside me begins devising.
All the life within me is surmising,
any doubt I am now disguising.
I hope to hear all of the words,
as loud as the hills beckon for shepherds.
And I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
and define, the knowledge left to the whims of time.