Money: Never enough.
Time: Never enough.
Space: Never enough.
Success: Never enough.
Peace: Never enough.
Music: Never enough.
Quiet: Never enough.
Freedom: Never enough.
Friends: Never enough.
Ideas: Never enough.
Happiness: Never enough.
Dreams: Never enough.
Alcohol: Never enough.
Sadness: Plenty.
Desires: Plenty.
Warmth: Plenty.
Food: Plenty.
Health: Plenty.
Love: Plenty.
All I am grateful for.
Climb Out of the Hole
You cannot know sober until you know drunk.
You cannot know freedom until you know addiction.
I cannot know height until I know deep darkness.
Within me is nothing.
I search for something,
But always hope to never find anything.
Thus completing my search,
Finding something means I should have hope,
I should aspire to climb out of my hole.
I search.
I live in absence.
I'm comfortably numb.
You cannot know freedom until you know addiction.
I cannot know height until I know deep darkness.
Within me is nothing.
I search for something,
But always hope to never find anything.
Thus completing my search,
Finding something means I should have hope,
I should aspire to climb out of my hole.
I search.
I live in absence.
I'm comfortably numb.
When others look at me,
They see my shell,
And so few, see that living part,
In the center.
Some amuse me,
Others help me,
But all the time,
I'm there by myself.
Why don't I tell them?
Why don't I help them?
If I was alive, I'd open my eyes,
And see that my pathetic problems need to be put on hold, and everyone that I know, I need to help.
I found out that my sister died,
And all the wasted time I spent on myself.
I should have been closer,
But it's too late, it's too far gone.
They see my shell,
And so few, see that living part,
In the center.
Some amuse me,
Others help me,
But all the time,
I'm there by myself.
Why don't I tell them?
Why don't I help them?
If I was alive, I'd open my eyes,
And see that my pathetic problems need to be put on hold, and everyone that I know, I need to help.
I found out that my sister died,
And all the wasted time I spent on myself.
I should have been closer,
But it's too late, it's too far gone.
Control
I have none.
I want it.
I have none.
I was better than you.
I was better than most.
But I ended up worst...
It controls me.
I feed and fall deep into despair.
It is my enemy.
I make no real effort to change,
Meaning I must be accepting of it.
At least on the outside, but deep inside, I loathe myself.
My world, my life has been arranged around it.
My friend, my family all are accepting of it.
Yet I wish I could never feel that again.
I have none.
I do not want any.
I do not want any of it.
I succumb to it.
I want it.
I have none.
I was better than you.
I was better than most.
But I ended up worst...
It controls me.
I feed and fall deep into despair.
It is my enemy.
I make no real effort to change,
Meaning I must be accepting of it.
At least on the outside, but deep inside, I loathe myself.
My world, my life has been arranged around it.
My friend, my family all are accepting of it.
Yet I wish I could never feel that again.
I have none.
I do not want any.
I do not want any of it.
I succumb to it.
Notes
I have just died.
Whatever you believe happens after death, has happened to me.
But before I died, I left a note.
In that note, I told the world how to love a better life.
I told them to enjoy life.
I told them to take the best in.
I told them every cliche in the world.
I told them everything I could.
At the end of the letter,
I asked that it be translated into every language -- alive or dead,
A copy made for every human -- rich or poor.
I asked for all human beings to understand.
But I then came back to life.
And my revival overshadowed my death note.
So I wrote another note,
And made sure they read it this time.
Whatever you believe happens after death, has happened to me.
But before I died, I left a note.
In that note, I told the world how to love a better life.
I told them to enjoy life.
I told them to take the best in.
I told them every cliche in the world.
I told them everything I could.
At the end of the letter,
I asked that it be translated into every language -- alive or dead,
A copy made for every human -- rich or poor.
I asked for all human beings to understand.
But I then came back to life.
And my revival overshadowed my death note.
So I wrote another note,
And made sure they read it this time.
Sleep, My Dear
Let the worries of the world bounce off you.
Close your eyes, and let my love protect you.
Dream of a better life you deserve.
Keep blankets around you to keep you warm.
I'll be here all night next to you.
So lay your head down,
Let yourself be vulnerable,
I won't abuse the privilege,
I won't succumb to pressure,
So just sleep, sleep forever my dear.
Close your eyes, and let my love protect you.
Dream of a better life you deserve.
Keep blankets around you to keep you warm.
I'll be here all night next to you.
So lay your head down,
Let yourself be vulnerable,
I won't abuse the privilege,
I won't succumb to pressure,
So just sleep, sleep forever my dear.
What is music?
Some, for years, have said it is a world,
It's a feeling,
A motion,
An action maybe?
Why do we think we must save everyone?
That what we want is what everyone wants?
What is inventions?
Most -- always reverted -- have said it's something, new,
It's useful,
Helpful,
Important though?
Why do we argue what doesn't matter?
But then there is that spark that comes along and knows.
Some, for years, have said it is a world,
It's a feeling,
A motion,
An action maybe?
Why do we think we must save everyone?
That what we want is what everyone wants?
What is inventions?
Most -- always reverted -- have said it's something, new,
It's useful,
Helpful,
Important though?
Why do we argue what doesn't matter?
But then there is that spark that comes along and knows.
Left or Right
When I have a choice or left or right,
Someone makes that choice for me.
They usually pick the right one,
Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,
Or the one that they normally take.
Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.
No one was around for miles.
I had dreamed of this moment,
And that I'd take the right choice.
But I just sat there, figuring it out,
And another path slowly evolved.
Soon, I was surrounded in a circle of paths,
The original two still in front.
It all confused me,
So I turned around, and went home.
Someone makes that choice for me.
They usually pick the right one,
Or, most of the time, they pick the easiest for them,
Or the one that they normally take.
Yet, there I was, walking down that dirt path, and it split.
No one was around for miles.
I had dreamed of this moment,
And that I'd take the right choice.
But I just sat there, figuring it out,
And another path slowly evolved.
Soon, I was surrounded in a circle of paths,
The original two still in front.
It all confused me,
So I turned around, and went home.
Life
Eat sleep drive work think complain desire want lust wish hope dream imagine age ignore pass worry contemplate am cease.
I Feel Like Crap
I feel like crap.
I don't want to drink, all the time.
I'm not addicted.
I want health.
But I succumb like everyone else.
I was going to be different, but I ended up the same.
I was supposed to be special.
Everyone said I was so.
But I'm more average than Lake Wobegon.
I fell in to the same trap.
I fell in to the hole of ignorance.
I fell in to the path of the flock.
Worse yet,
I don't care to climb,
And I feel like crap.
I don't want to drink, all the time.
I'm not addicted.
I want health.
But I succumb like everyone else.
I was going to be different, but I ended up the same.
I was supposed to be special.
Everyone said I was so.
But I'm more average than Lake Wobegon.
I fell in to the same trap.
I fell in to the hole of ignorance.
I fell in to the path of the flock.
Worse yet,
I don't care to climb,
And I feel like crap.
I Believe
I believe in love.
I believe in deceit.
I believe in myself.
I believe in trust.
Now, What's so special about my beliefs?
Nothing, Except I believe in them.
And they are nothing materialistic,
Or something you can touch, or feel.
They are part of the sixth sense,
The mind of emotions.
I believe in deceit.
I believe in myself.
I believe in trust.
Now, What's so special about my beliefs?
Nothing, Except I believe in them.
And they are nothing materialistic,
Or something you can touch, or feel.
They are part of the sixth sense,
The mind of emotions.
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