To see the reflection of yourself and to see what you see is yourself, then yourself is what you see yourself is what you'll be. To listen to yourself and to be heard as yourself, then yourself is what you heard yourself is what you'll be. To be loved by yourself and be loved by yourself, then yourself is what you'll love yourself is what you'll be. To believe in yourself is to be yourself, then yourself is what you are yourself is what you'll always be.
-jg
To be a virtuous friend and take a fierce stand. For one will be able to see, that they can respectfully be; Standing with pride, elevated and tall, not to be backed into a wall; Laughing with enchantment, chuckle and snort, never to be scared of one who is tort; Ruling with power, enforceful and might, by no means to lose sight; Believing with poise, burly and strong, not to be affraid of getting along; To be a virtuous friend will not ever be never, and to be blood is forever.
Remembering the days when, I wasn't so to myself. It was almost when, I didn't seem to myself. Thinking what I should do, to feel like myself. Remembering the days when, there was no silence. It was almost when, I didn't seem too silent. Thinking what I should do, to hear silence. Remembering the days when, I felt no sadness. it was almost when, I didn't seem too sad. Thinking what I should do, to not feel sadness. Remembering the days when, there was no light. It was almost when, I didn't seem to see light. Thinking what I should do, to see the light Remembering the days when, there were no words to express. It was almost when, I didn't know how to express. Thinking what I should do, to find the best way to express...what I remember.
Down down goes the dancing star. The one that stares from afar. It is like a promise that no one could keep, when the sun goes to sleep. Darkness is all around. It is quaint, tranquil, and there is no sound. The moon and the stars are the guiding light. It will be eternity, but save tonight. Working together as one, they will be forever and years to come. Never will a day go by; without a moan, groan, or a cry. The night is dull without your face. No one will ever take your place. What lies upon the moon and stars you say? It could not be told until the right day. That day will come soon, you'll see, and that day you'll be set free. Becoming a star and joining together with the moon, your departure will be coming very soon. Memories are as everlasting as an undestorted dream. Remembering everything isn't what is seems. Becoming the moon ans stars is as spiritual as the world could see. Being the moon and stars you will be.
Say no more maybe's. Just wonder if we'll be, Nothing matters, when you say maybe to me. You know what you say can be true, if you speak through your heart, for the things you do. I know you care, but my heart is full of despair. Just say no more maybe's, and you will see, that nothing matters, when you say maybe to me.
Nothing matters anymore. Three words that come from the core. When something goes right, it's like losing one's sight. Therapy screaming loud, but never to stop one when sowed. For there will be a day, that one's troubles will go away. Falling, falling into a cloud, never to think aloud. Reaching, reaching for the star, never will become, way too far. Sorry the correction will never be found. Never will there be such a beautiful sound. As to when I find the one to give my affection. No where to look, trying to find the right direction. To understand, why there are no reaching hands. But I guess I'm the one to feel naive and insecure, accident prone, but waiting to be strong - I'm sure. Looking for the threshold, clearly infront of me, so bold... ...it's almost like squinting your eyes to look at the sky; or saying a last good-bye. It's like feeling so close to heaven that you learn, you could never return. Out of control, one could feel in their soul. That nothing will change one's exsistance to their eyes. But what happens when there are no more tries?
As I was looking out my window, to say my last good-byes, I couldn't imagine, why I started to cry. Maybe it was all the history accumulated, like when I was eight, the tree I planted. Or the snowy winter, pretending to ski, or chasing my shadow, or watching "ET". Or maybe it was the games I used to play, or crying when my dog ran away. The house that once was the niche I always knew, now abandoned, empty, and thrown away, like and old shoe. I closed the door for the last time. No more dancing flowers, bird's nest, or wind chime. Walking down the sidewalk from where I used to stay, now driving on the freeway so far, far away. The re-birth of the life I once known, just like I was shown. To this day I look out my window, and wonder what my life would be, but all I see is a reflection of me.
A troublish way to escort, intencing me to thwart. Past experiences never to dwell, conscience inside persisting me to tell. Like a character in a movie, see? I'm the one fabricated entirely. Finding in myself what I have lost, the tort inside that I have crossed. I am at the bottom of low, with the pain I feel, I have the tarnished soul. Seen as never to be trusted, only to find the attention I once lusted. As the blue sky turns golden, I have felt the burden. To live life as it goes, without any sorrow, pain, or woes.
The road is like a drawn out line that never ends, it twists and turns like wire that doesn't bend. The journey is like a vacation I never took, except when it tells a story like a book. The memories are a everlasting as scriptures engraved in stone. When you forget it, it is as unbearable as being alone. The game is as interchanging as one to play. It is as spine tingling as waiting for a rainbow on a rainy day.