As big as the world is, and as free as I may feel that I am; there are times, in my life, where I feel like I am trapped in a box, which is always shrinking.
I have written some beautiful words, and words of deep thought; sometimes words of inspiration. What good are any of these constructs, if they are not read, understood, or acknowledged?
Depending on the light of freedom available; when I look out of the window of my life, sometimes I see a glorious future, and sometimes, I only see myself.
It's an unexpected pleasure to feel this way The sudden rush of emotion, I want to stay I love being happy; often, a very rare mood Into my dolor, you are welcome to intrude The world around, is madness and mayhem I find my peace with you; it's us against them
I like fantasy, but I do not live in it; also, I do not wish to live in despair. I am aware that I have a responsibility to comprehend the true nature of living; yet, I do understand the power of having a dream.
Each day and each moment I am compelled to move on and move forward; each lost, in life, is a partial subtraction from my soul, and my soul is all that I am.
The only thing we can truly do is our best; but, we are always in the process of learning ourselves. I guess, that would mean, we need to do the best we can, to the extent which we understand our own abilities; no excuses provided.
I like to be realistic in all of my expectations; it keeps me grounded in reality. However, every so often, I might accidentally think optimistically; and hope that I survive the consideration.
I don't mind being tired, every so often; it happens, every now and then. I just dislike being tired, doing things over which, never should have been done.