I watch my thoughts spin out of here
Caught up in distortioned drowsing fear
Waking to drug my mind away
Sulfur my brain to ashed decay
I'm always drowned in the unclear
Barbiturate my long lost years
Set to take my breath away
Longing to wake another day
Sedate my time far and near
As comatose as you are here
Just as the pendulum swings both ways
Time will speed up and delay
My eyes seem so far away from here
Curtained decisions insincere
Keeping me from staying here
I live to pasify my needs
just as the garden grows it's weeds
I'm only here for you to endure
Barbiturate my long lost years
Set to take my breath away
Longing to wake another day
Sedate my time far and near
As comatose as you are here
I watch my thoughts spin out of here
Caught up in distortioned drowsing fear
Waking to drug my mind away
Sulfur my brain to ashed decay
I'm always drowned in the unclear
Just as the pendulum swings both ways
Time will speed up and delay
My eyes seem so far away from here
Curtained decisions insincere
Keeping me from staying here
I live to pasify my needs
just as the garden grows it's weeds
I'm only here for you to endure
Barbiturate my long lost years
Set to take my breath away
Longing to wake another day
Sedate my time far and near
As comatose as you are here
Facination - by Jesse Mathe
You know you startle me
To view your points of views
quite frankly startling
To justify the moods
of inadiquacy
Theres nothing to see here or implore
Check your luggage at the door
There is no reasoning There is no purpose to impose
We are the choices that we chose
There is no passing this There is no subject of wich to learn
We are the scars that we have burned
You know you facinate me
To stare idley right at you
Is to imagine answers that form clues
To the problems we never solve
We can't differ we just evolve
There is no purpose here Through all the clearings nothings clear
There is no Passing this The suddeness is such a mess
We are the victems of our lives
breathing to justify to live or die
You know you startle me
To view your points of views
quite frankly startling
To justify the moods
of inadiquacy
Theres nothing to see here or implore
Check your luggage at the door
There is no reasoning There is no purpose to impose
We are the choices that we chose
There is no passing this There is no subject of wich to learn
We are the scars that we have burned
You know you facinate me
To stare idley right at you
Is to imagine answers that form clues
To the problems we never solve
We can't differ we just evolve
There is no purpose here Through all the clearings nothings clear
There is no Passing this The suddeness is such a mess
We are the victems of our lives
breathing to justify to live or die
The world shapes and defines us. Every busted and broken memory consumes us in times of grief. Like the most beautiful of plants growing in the worst of conditions we grow and we strengthen. We become our worst enemies out of fear. Time always marches on and we look back and smile at what we have been through. Every year of our lives is defined in months of hardship and moments of pleasure. Collectively joined in what links each of us together. Separated in what pushes us apart. Primed, primped, and proper we each dedicate the most meaningful of definitions of what will make us each unique. Though our values may differ while our hearts are as unique a fingerprint we value each connection that we can possibly earn. Yet we run from the ones that don’t meet our expectations. All we really need to do is smile. The world is bases on our perspective. We see it in increments. We see it through barriers. We see it as a vast body of water that we may, in fact, drown in. We each find our comforts in many different and varying things. Find what it is that truly defines you. Always breathe. Always laugh. Always smile. We are as small as we let ourselves become. We are strong. We are grounded. We are existing for our own special purpose. Find your purpose then find someone to share it with. Cherish every precious heartbeat. You are as beautiful as your fingerprints. Each day is a number. No one will ever know which number is their last. Don’t be afraid to cut yourself lose. Don’t be afraid to set yourself free. Don’t be afraid to clutch tighter than you’ve ever clutched before. Enjoy your grief. Relish your happiness. Trap those immediate responses and let them free. Forget the system. Forget the things that can’t live or think for themselves. Dictate who you are through that which fits inside of your comfortable bubble. Then break that bubble. Set yourself to new standards. Find your new strengths. Develop new abilities. Seek new knowledge. Redefine yourself and grow like a plant through concrete. Never run away. Never Falter. Just Grow.