Mon 2:05 AM

analyzing life stopped in the middle of a thought
i caught myself again, contemplating end
left to brush off nightmares i simply can not mend
nevertheless… despite all, i still am
and strength is heaven sent
if i could i would run fast, hard, and far
the spirit will scar just as easily as the body does
if you’re naive enough to care…
so i choose to hold no grudges and turn away hurt
pondering past wrongs is to give them more attention than they deserve
bygones be forgiven, lest enemies change me for the worst
if life’s a stage i wont act i’ll write my play
and refuse to let fear deprive me of tomorrows
or allow past ills to direct the outcome of today
whether my cup’s half empty or half full makes no difference
i believe in refills
beaten down, i dug my escape from many dark holes
abandoned by friends and left alone
no one needs to hold me i learned to hold my own
suspicious of helping hands and kind intentions
the good things i have i hold close
never to barter for misconceptions of a better life
the grass is just as green on any side as it is where i stand
the ground is whatever color it’s seen as
so… a nomad homesick for a place i do not know
i take the world as my own and invent paradise