The thing about intoxication...

...is that it's a good feeling.

It's sobriety that doesn't wear off.

Let your light shine :)

If truth be told, I'll tell you this
This truth mayn't provide you bliss
Or may, perhaps if you dwell on it
It may even keep your flame still lit.

In life we slowly build a cage
That grows smaller, the more you age
Ever seen a stooping, cane-bearing man?
Make you shrink, the cage can.

We build and build, almost no window
And the door - Oh! It's so low
We stop the search, the search for life
Instead, to follow a set path, our strife

There's an opening though, in every cage
No matter what be your age
Peeping out you'll see a flame, bright
The essence of you, that is your light

And of this flame you are in control
You can just watch it and not unroll
The power of you; flame behold
Control it and the power you'll unfold.

You're that burning light, at heart
You can burn your cage apart
Take control, and allow yourself to discover
The you that has been long undercover

However old you may be, this is just the start
I've not even begun to tell you the best part
The universal truth is that you will do
What you truly, deeply want to

But only if you keep on searching, will the flame
Be alive, and you've only yourself to blame
For stopping too soon and allowing it
To die a premature death.

Life's not over at your age - there is
So much more to do and see. And this
Flame is your passion, keep it burning
For once it's out, there's no returning.

Lone Cigarette

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
To tell you the similarities
Between the lone cigarette and you.
How it burns, how it burns
Light so bright, lone cigarette
Evil companion, alone as you.

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
Speaks so much to me tonight
Burning bright, and finally put out.
Like life, like everything you do.
Questions; the dream you reach for
Slowly burning away.

That one cigarette, lone cigarette
Do something... your life is growing shorter
By the puff, you're burning away to ash.
It's talking to me, the lone cigarette
That one cigarette, lone cigarette
And with it, I'm alone tonight.

Distanced

It's there. I can feel it.

The lack of tolerance, the zero patience, the snappishness, the wiping clean off the list of things I care about.

I no longer can grant you the honour of letting you get the benefit of the doubt. Two chances too far.

Unfortunately, it's not limited and it's spilling over, this distance.

Got. To. Stop. It. Now.

I don't want tarnishing and I'll keep the shine on!

The besura

There is a man, who's bathroom singing has been wafting through the night, and in through my bedroom window. It's been going on for half an hour now. He's absolutely besura too ! :|

Equations.

There are those equations that I just cannot understand. However hard I try. However broad minded I may be. Here, I screech to a halt. If I didn't, I'd feel like I hit a physical barrier. THWACK! Just like that. I can't stretch myself that far, I really tried to. No such luck.

The Cubie Effect

Mins it is being dedicated to the Mercedes I have ;)


Littal bit slightly it is being difficult
To put the explanation for why mins
And how mins it is like this one
See no, we sit like this daily daily everyday
Mins littal influence is coming off on each other
First and all we was laughing at each other
Now also we is laughing only
But we is both being like this one and then we is both laughing.

Like this only it is being the cubie effect :)