London Sky

London sky

What I would do

To see you again

You gave me a breath of life

You woke me up

To things asleep in me

Now I can dream in reality

I can look up from any street and say

I'm glad you followed me all this way

Complexity

Complexity scares me

Because if I describe it well

Is it still complex?

If it's really complex

Will you be able to understand

What I'm telling you?

Simplicity is nice

Small words

With big meaning

Large words

Don't understand

When you know you understand simplicity

You know that it's not

Complex

Hope

As I lie on this hill

Back on the grass

Face to the sky

Is there any hope in this world

That men can deny?

Stars circle my swollen mind

With everything but thoughts

Our final checkout counter

What hope can we bring to the table?

The dirt on my hands

Still reminds me that I'm here

But any moment now

Everything could disappear

And somehow...

I'd be okay

Sincerity

Like a love note waiting to be written

Starting a book but far from the beginning

Sitting in the land of silence

We're all slaves to the world

Except for the few that get away

While I run in place your heart is free

Freedom, what is freedom?

Freedom, what is freedom to us?

A sea that roars in the morning time

A cloud making the way for blinding light

All a part of the ever changing tide

In Search Of

Love,

the most mysterious,
wondrous, polarizing feeling
It knocks you off your feet
or leaves you on your back

It's described by cliches in greeting cards
It's discussed by athletes and movie stars
Is love your fast car, or your dying flame?
Does it take root in the life you make everyday?

Real love comes home and makes itself welcome
Real love finds you, its perfect grip, oh, it's not fading away

Exist

How do you know

The steps you've taken

Are the right ones

Am I on the right avenue

Am I seeking the truth

or making it up

Am I speaking the truth

or shaping it into something else

Decisions make up our existence

I don't want to make the wrong one and miss this

What is this existence

Only our originator knows

AHHHHH!

MY head FREAKING hurts, fevers are vacuums of the soul. and im experiencing it first hand, have a good rest of the day everyone