Walking a fine line between pessimistic and realistic and trying not to fall,
Got these dance moves and lebron shoes and trying to find the right way to ball.
After all they're no mistakes, just decisions that bring unknown results.They're no knives sprouting from the mouth, just dirty insults.
Cold nights like cut stone,
Thoughts more deadly than the sins I atone.Body simply on loan to my mind,And my mind is a clear land mass, riddled with landmines. At the time I thought it was fine, it'll just pass with time. Just trapped, silent partner in this firm, party with all mimes.
All alone in a world I can't call my own Restricted to the ground can't remember the last time I've flown Took off, soared, to lands unknown, with peace and tranquility But tranquility circles the drain, as this double edged sword breeds war to infinityAnd beyond that my imagination is an oasisHowever its light years away and on a flight most miss
It all has to have an inceptionSo let's start with a question; why do I see me?Everywhere I look I see who I was, am and want to be.Like I'm walking around with mirrors, mirrors that stare at me blankly,Mirrors that smile, laugh, cry and sometimes thank me.Why do I help these me's that I see succeed,When I'm at a junction in life waiting to proceed?Am I the only one with these mirrors like my personal storm cloud?Mirrors that if I scream they scream back just as loud?So while they blankly stare or politely glare,Contradicting the very fabric of what I hold dear,Reality, or is it my sanity because I appears I'm losing both.But what's your answer, because mine I loathe,Mine sometimes disgust me with the parties it host,Mine always disgust me when it boast,And while no good ever comes from it's toast,It's still the best man at weddings for most.I gave you my answer, so what's yours? Tell me, what do you see?
Deeper than life, deeper than destiny?
Deeper than the interlocking chains oppressing me.As I press on I hope to peek your interest. Want to make your eyes dazzle as I capture your heart like a cardiac arrest, Take your life into my hands,Take your destiny off the pedestal it stands.Bury your life and crush your destiny, now you're six feet under, But my thoughts are beyond death so are they seven feet under, I wonder.Then I would be riddled with thoughts deeper than destiny,Thoughts of suicide and tragedy, diminished only by the light of you and me,That isn't destiny but fate, that is the reason I patiently wait,For an angel to whisper to me a breath, a dignified yes, never forsake.
These two demons inside me present points that contradict,While the sermon sticks in my mind so illicit. I'm consumed and try to swallow it, But this guilt is too much for any man of god, Even an atheist that refuses to spare the rod.It's like I'm torn between my Greek and roman aspects,And I'm running, tired of running, as the crime scene they inspect.Money is power but instead of treasured, I hand it out like a bouquet of flowersInternal conflicts that take my life, as my elation sits in it's cupboard and cowers,Not wanting to look at the darkness of this world or come out No matter how the monsters scream and shout,They won't get in, as the fear sets in, rage now blue.Mind like the davinci code, but not even I have a clue.So as I sow my eyes shut and slit my own throat,I conclude some answers shouldn't be sought, Sometimes when things hide you shouldn't seek.Unless you had already split those fingers so you can peek, But then the angels and demons would again be at conflict,Contradicting love, by the pain they inflict.
Happiness is temporary so why not enjoy it as it flees,
Fleeting joys and a room full of keys.But what does that really mean when the door is unmarked and locked?That little engraved name is scratched out, chances blocked.Like a lottery ticket, no matter how much you scratch you don't win.Life is a dance and happiness is that short spin.That spin that makes your heart race,That spin which is executed with perfect style and grace.You know you must perfect it so when it leaves you don't regret it,So that when it flees, you already have that fire lit.The warmth that will be there until again it comes around, The embrace that keeps you safe and sound.
Some moments just have to be admired...for those are truly beautiful.
In those moments there is no room for cups that are partly full,
It’s either all or nothing, got to risk it to get the biscuit.
The only thing that matters is if you mismatch, or if you fit.
In the end it all boils down to who’s willing to give it all,