BattleBlissey

Living Loving Learning Pleading Mourning Running Stopping Hiding Feeling Seeming Dreaming Thinking Needing Anything Darkening Clouding Winding Searching Seeing Something Gleaming Believing Turning Trying Reaching Flailing Hoping Jumping Missing Falling Failing Breaking Burning Screaming Dying Nothing Silence

How can you feel important When even the humblest of ants Is as equal in this life as you are? How can you bear the sight Of a host of stars at night Who existed far longer than you? How can you make your life Not be pointless and full of strife When the cosmos overpowers you? How can you feel like anything In your life means something In the shadow of a colossus? How can it be that the entire galaxy seems like a mere spire On the palace of the universe? How can it be that a single atom Means more than you can fathom But still has something greater? How can all the questions of time Be answered by a mere rhyme When none of this really m

The masks we wear To hide our true selves From those around us The secrets we will take To our graves and beyond Never to be said aloud The thoughts we had That could never be shared Eating us from the inside Trying to resist the Things we need to say But can't ever do The masks we wear To hide us from the world And those we call friends They'll never know The things that I've seen And thought and done They can't comprehend The pain of being utterly Alone in our heads Thinking, hoping, we can Try to hide the person Who we truly are The masks we wear To avoid revealing what We are away from them The things we do in The time we have a

It seems that when one ponders the mysteries of life, He finds a depth yet unexplored, And seemingly endless. And staring at the deep, He sees endless opportunities And countless possibilities, To bend his life as he wills. Yet even in his wonder, He still must walk on The path that others Have chosen for him. For his life is made of The influences of other people, And how they decided To shape his mind. And as he looks upon The endless abyss, He wonders how it all Might have turned out differently, If he had been in control.