Becoming

gape a hole in yourself
as wide as the confines of this state
your rough around the edges
but you can see this light at the end of
the tunnel
reflected off the four walled boundries
of your room these continuous ideas
of being something bigger than yourself
the stars in the sky point to someone else
directly over your head
it's so completely far out of reach though
your walking in reverse back down that tunnel
to escape everything of which you've known
forever
the impossible is sometimes always the impossible
a quick glance around your brain
the memories resurface and the child, teenager,
and soon adult you'll become explodes like fireworks inside
this could be your one chance to make things
work and make yourself open up, indulge yourself,
strengthen yourself, and live to your potential
but potential is quiet for tonight as you slip beneath
a comforter you've had since you were a kid
let one more day pass by for comfort, everything is
settled in the future.

Icarus

they say the cold weather brings and end to things
the air is musky, and dry
and all around you, a chill of the once living
in remberance of this, i'd say the cold weather
brings about the best times of my life
my world is unlike anyone elses
and though my preception captured obscurely
i can show you it's full of promise
this cold weather is creeping nearer to what
i'm hoping to replenish
this time last year was mixed with desire, excitement,
and the hope for similar things to come into play
well i'm keeping a hold on these memories
hoping the snow fall will lay over greater land
and wishing for freindships to stay even, stay balanced
everyday is unexpected but let it not diminish
your character for it's what makes you as a person
how you comply with different situations
i'm falling, loving, hoping, and trying to live stress free
leading through a tunnel.