Ancient yearning
nothing new
grows inside
from me to you
it fills us with
this merry feeling
which cannont have a name
but which we feel just the same
It fills our soul
And helps you climb out
of depression's hole
Its all around
Its nothing new
just few people
feel it like me and you
Brain racking
Sit and do school
let the problems and equations
take over my mind
confusion in conjuction
with the problems and solutions
racing through my mind
daydreaming and writing dissolves
this tension
but without the tension nothing gets done
so the tension builds
and once my day is done
writing and daydreaming here I come
My heart aches
it quakes in fear
fear of losing you
and not being with you
everything else is miniscule
(spelling?)
compared to you
You are my life
I think about you
all the time
Without you I would be a shell
nothing in the inside.
You are part of me
Without you Im not whole
just a piece of a puzzle
not truly an image without the other.
but there is a wall between us
keeping us apart
We can find ways through the wall
but the things behind the wall would send us back
they arent evil
they just think they know best
but how do they know best
when we dont even know.
sometimes forward
and sometimes back
but never to our final destination.
This destination isnt a place
its a feeling
contentment, love, closeness
absolute happiness.
But they dont let that happen
they are worried that
we will hurt each other
that one of us will be unsure
and that we will yell and scream
and call police
but we wont.
We would cuddle and kiss
but they dont want to take the chance
string
moving here
moving there
lift a little string
and up goes an arm.
We all are puppets on strings
controlled by this
influenced by this
we move this way
and that way
so predictably.
and those that break the pattern
are considered outsiders
and losers
but look at us who follow the pattern.
Paranoia drifting in
he sees enemies from all sides
not knowing whats really evil
nocturnal and prowling
insomnia sneaks in
his mind slowly reverting
to a different state
Sun hurts his eyes
brightness way to bright
rising in the west
hes up when its far in the east
hearing mention of rumors
and thinking they are all about him
he lashes out.
it doesnt matter who but there has
to be something circulating.
holding grudges that never go
He has many friends
he trust them all
but some that are his friends
who he should trust he doesnt
and we worry about him
very much so
and hope that everything will turn out okay
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