As we take route
Down the path we choose,
Towards something new
Finding what properly suits,
Needs tend to ensue
Leaving us confused
And we endlessly pursue
What is so easy to loose.
Luckily
You got me and I got you
To have transgression to go through
What fate had intend us to execute
And still we continue,
Infinitely doomed,
Because our love is true,
Bonded, and fused.

thousands of kids enter the school
I crouch in the corner, trapped
my limbs shake and my heart races

my mom wants to buy a new purse
I shrink away, run to the door
my legs wont move but my mind runs

my best friend didn't call me back
does she need help? does she hate me?
my last meal is being flushed away

*Generalized Anxiety

You are ****,
And you know it,
So be proud!

My mind a endless tempest of confusion
Will it ever cease;
Will i find true peace
Of mind, mind this head of mine;

Another day goes on full of confusion.
Malice, hate towards myself;
About things i cant change
That easily;

Contemplation of ending it all;
Or should I go on, keeping strong.

What is Life
but a cosmic Dream?

What is the Cosmos
but the song of Energy?

What is Energy
but a unit of potential?

Hence:
what is Life
but a song of potential?

To willingly allow One's potential to go the wayside
is the only true Sin, in my book.