You'll live in the poems I wrote,
and you'll be mine, and mine in whole.
Mine as the doodles in my notes,
mine as things that aren't mine at all.

And you'll leave like the people I love,
and you'll fly — yours is the sky.
Maybe, that's fine, for you're aided by love,
whether or not it's mine.

I'm sad, yes, but much more so glad,
go for the skies, you butterfly!
And show the world the light you've got,
but please, do keep some in your eyes.

at times, I find her in my dreams
her eyes, her smile, her devilish grin
reminds me much of how I loved
reminds me much of how it hurts

at times, I find her in my dreams
a glimpse of what things could've been
at times, I wake to find my head
echo a love I once thought dead

at times, I find her in my dreams
at times, she knocks; I let her in
at times, her gaze pierce through my heart
at times, at left,
                         are pieces, and parts

as i tread through the forest's depth,
many paths made itself seen.
one clear and candid, unlike the rests
begging me to go in.

but I hesitated - of course I did,
before choices that lot.
"Time is ticking - hurry up, kid,
dare you walk where all have not?"

"Not really", I answered,
after quite a long pause.
only silence came after,
that's all I needed to know...

all the medals, new and of old
shine a vivid shade of gold
though they prove to be no less
than a pile of my regret

for the difference they may make
will not matter 'til too late
makes me wonder, why I try
to do more than just not die
...

though I know I must persist
for that is just how I live
a life of 'chievements, and of scores
highlights, stages and applause

and though the path is void of color
I must crawl after the treasure
for I have been told there is
though I doubt that it exists...

But everyone, wake or asleep,
Doesn't care 'bout me one bit.
Like I am a harmless breeze,
Like I don't even exist.

For they can not see what I see,
Not all who wander find their key.
I mourned for them, I really did.
Their mind is shackled by their feet.

For they will never realize,
They have vision—blind is their mind.
Their eyes can't see what my own does,
Their soul isn't a breeze like mine.

Slammed the door behind my back,
Threw my bag next to the wall,
And then I jumped straight to bed,
And into a deep sleep I fall.

And my thoughts started to fade,
And my body disobeyed me.
I felt like I'm floating upwards,
I felt like the stars could reach me.