My Heart

Mi corizon,

How you ache at times,

Uncertain at times,

Oh my heart

Muster the Courage

Wonder if you can,

Wondering if you can't,

This thought process is not a challenge,

It seems to be something of a battle of inner workings,

Can you muster up the bullets to fill your gun,

To shoot your target and find what you are searching for

Without Excuse to Change

When a reoccurring theme comes in play,

The world seems to stand still and analyze the process of this theme,

This repeat is something much like a re-release,

Same product just different packaging,

How can we all not say that we follow the same sort of pattern,

Being stuck in a perpetual state of a constant cycle,

One of which doesn't change the mind of the masses,

Much like dancing,

We all will repeat moves at some point in time,

The same can apply to the rest of the world,

Ideas spew from the minds of many diverse people everyday,

Yet there is no receiver to communication these ideas,

With no relay the message is lost,

And this reoccurring theme takes hold once again,

Just imagine if we never had to repeat mistakes to learn that they are wrong,

To just make the mistake once and grow and become better from it all

Lifestyle in a New Meaning

Like the day before everything is cold,

Not wet but cold in the feeling that something might be off,

Maybe this day is just out of reach for someone,

Someone who thought to themselves about what they are meant to do,

Who can make our own choices,

We as a whole do not always let others make our decisions,

Our choice is our own and to invoke the right to use it is to simply,

Stand against what is said to be correct or the right path,

This day is something to live by as the years will go on,

Time will proceed whether we make the choice or not,

Life is no longer the game that it was once thought to be,

Sorry to say that this game that is life is no respawn,

So take pride in this life we all get all but once,

To not just find a dream,

But to attain this metaphoric object and leave a remembrance,

This life that feels like a dream may only seem like a dream in your eyes,

And as long as it stays just a dream to you anything is possible,

In this free form lifestyle that has some reason to it

Piece of Eternal Sunshine

Possibly misunderstood to the point where it can become frustrating to be around,

Around the people and the environment which seems to capture,

The time and the place in which I do not want to be,

This world that lurks and lingers into my vision seems to cloud the very sky,

To the point where the clouds seem dark and then magically part and give way,

To the rebirth of the idea of the world that is mine,

In this nightmare I control my own reality and make it my own,

To change my dreams with mere thoughts is to,

Change my life with actions,

Not words,

One that could hold the hopes and dreams of the mine that may never be properly conveyed,

Shown to the world that is my own,

This eternal sunshine that is my life and the mindset which makes me a part of my own world,

Is all just a small piece of me and to the puzzle that is my own inner workings

Theory of Everything and Nothing

This is the moment that you find that one thing you are looking for,

That one euphoric moment when all comes to the front of the line,

Making you think that maybe this the moment to seize,

To honestly sit and wait for the moment to take you,

To leave and let be and let everything fall into place properly,

Living in this moment that you so dream of,

Is limiting in sense that my life would live in the world of now,

Yet these are all just moments that we are stuck in,

Just wondering around the world waiting for the correct moment,

Before this moment happens there are things that should be,

As if pieces of a chess board that makes this world achievable,

Awake in this world to find all that is attainable attained all that once,

In that one moment when all comes together it will be the most important event,

Where nothing else matters

Mind of Mine Pt.4

Mind of mine,

That one was not complete before,

Before the big sleep that distracts,

Living in this world can be stressful,

And can sometimes dither on my mind,

This mind of mine is thinking on it's own now,

If that makes sense,

Like a little bit of butter spread over too much beard