You can go your own way
Or you can follow me
You can choose to go, or choose to stay
With one note, there's no harmony

Choose to live or choose to be
Choose to act or choose to sleep
Blind yourself with fake reality
Or embrace the Truths that make you weep

Whatever you decide, here and now
Whatever road you choose to take
Whatever why or where or how
I'll stand with you for both our sakes

Cause though the world around may fall
Hold your head high, stand up tall
But don't forget the power of two
Together, we can make it through

So Trust in me, wise gracious friend
Trust that love will never end
Trust in darkness, Trust in light
Trust the blinding, blissful bright

Where two are gathered, joined as one
Bright shining as the noonday sun
A third arrives, and there abides
The Lord, Our God, is by our side

We two are misfits, rare and wild
Ragged nobles, oft reviled
We face the current, brave the gale
Our faces calm; we will prevail

Thus the end is nigh upon us
Daylight rushes into night
Silence now, lugubrious
We face East; we wait for Light

We've all got time to
Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
Ponder.
Sit.
Wait
Or maybe
Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.

I was on my 2㏂ thoughts,
And it was all about you.
I wonder how have you been.
Whole day without me,
Perhaps the best time of yours
and better than the idea of "us".
The picture of it made myself cry to sleep.
A sleep of sorrow forced to repress ──
*heavyhearted, depressed, low-spirited

I ponder my life
as I sit at my desk
My pen the knife
The paper the bread

To feed my mind
what is needs
but my hand is in a bind
I can't seem to move

I need to write these words
A blank letter
Open window singing of the birds
Paper so bright white

These words I must cut
onto the paper
climb out of this rut
onto the paper

I carve

'I Love You'

But the person it is too
is someone I do not know
for they have changed into someone new

Once more I ponder my life

My pen the knife...

We have all the time in the world, we say
But how much time is that anyway?

A world of bloodshed and poverty,
governmental discrimination, and anarchy.

People avoiding this harsh reality,
Our hearts ignoring their silent pleas

No, life is far from being a dream
Our world is tearing at the seams

*Is humanity a miracle
Or disease?