every morning i wake up
i am 18, and an adult
constantly fishing for good results
in the steps that i take

everyone morning i wake up
i wish i were 9, and a child
so i would never have to worry
about whether or not i am worthy

tell me---
how can it be
that the world is so big
and yet i feel so small.

Of all the people who have done me harm and caused me hurt, the only one I have ever come to hate is me.

before I realized
you were gone
life was worth
more then ever
now you left
leaving me dead
a person I once was

Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.

Life is sure to cost you whilst on the path you choose.
And there will be heartache from things that you will lose.
A greater pain you may encounter, at a far greater cost,
is to no longer see a value in things that once you lost.

Flat is boring
You see everything ahead of you, its flat
The ground is easy, its flat
Straight lines ahead show you your path, its flat
Your feet glide across the smooth floor, its flat

Mountains are grand
You have to use your body to push you forward, its hard
Your legs constrict, relax, constrict again, its hard
You can't see over it, its hard
The ground is rocky, full of twists and turns, its hard
You reach the top, your shoes are worn, your muscles ache, its hard
You gaze over the mountain, real slow, you stretch your arms up
It was worth it