An act of kindness..
mind of the lost.
pieces of peace exist moment by moment.
explaining how memory feels..
describing a time where freedom was frozen.
cold air was exposed to a world of the chosen.
why do i feel different..
am i myself or who i see what others want me to be.
are the dreams and goals that inhabit the road to victory a destination or another hurdle to leap?
lost in the dreams of the wishes.
a wishlist of gifts of times they have missed.
a chance to choose who they want to be.
a talent , a challenge , a creator of balance..
how many toes have i stepped on...
trying to dance to the winds of the common.
yet when your spirit is seen as a comment...
how can a star be mistaken as a comet..
clouds of dreams well maintained by greed.
money has leaked into a promise..
pause of the words of the minds that purposely forget.
the genuine definition of a disaster of a chaotic mind is the meaning of life helps with a comfort in time.
how do words seem so small..


sometimes a true artist...
places so many walls of judgement.
a mind full of mazes..
i get lost in the same shit.
so many replacements of my own self.
what personality will i fake today.
which nightmare will my dreams take away?
which reality am i stuck in, this fantasy..
that enhanced the eyes of a lost soul..
learning to see why..
a worth of a dreamers cry..
tears fall chapter after chapter.
so many times.