Dreams Are Rationed

I circle around the block in search of understanding and truth

Instead all that I find is abandonment and lost children

A bulk of lies and fraud with bright dreams and false hopes

Rationed opportunities and souls plagues by the hunger for more

Destiny Is Molded By Experiance

You’re walking through the night during a violent storm,

Faced with freezing cold rain, hail, and hurricane strength winds.

With each step you become weaker as if your legs are about to give,

Tears cover your beautiful face. I can see the fear in your eyes.

I can tell your questioning the path you’re walking,

Every inch is second guessing, not knowing if you can continue.

But please listen to me! Do not turn back, do not run.

Stand tall I keep progressing through the storm!

The sun is rising just ahead of you with it’s warm glow welcoming,

A promise of a new day and a stronger you!

A new person molded from pain, hurt, and suffering,

Destined to succeed and rise above the bad memory’s.

Destined to recreate yourself the way you wish.

Destined to live your life for you and no one else.

Destined to understand your part in this existence.

Destined to one day truly smile and be happy.

Truly Haunted

Thinking of experiences as “in the past” is such strange concept to grasp,

when vivid memory's can have such a vast and deep impact on our routine lives.

The thought of something or someone can influence our every move

and if something similar to a spectre existed it's a haunting image in our head.

Just leave me the fuck alone.