Floating Past


Falling down faster and faster,
reliving horible memories of the past.
Watching in regret of all the things I
didn't do, or didn't get right.
Afriad of the future and afriad
to live, afraid to die and afraid
to laugh.

Their watching me with prying eyes
I don't know when to think or when to act
the darkness they left me in, surrounds me
like a shroud. I float high into the sky into the
dark abyss of space, the stars of your lives shine bright.
My star is dark and scared to fly with the others.

I watch as they all fly towards the earth while
mine stays in it's spot, I watch the stars rain and shoot
past me and I don't know what to say.
I pretend I do when really I don't.
The stars abandon me, I watch as
thousands of years pass in slow motion
Planets being born and destroyed by
emotion and fear of man with doubt.
Floating by the sun
I Stare as I am the last.

Chained

Chained to these walls called society
I weap. Never knowing what it would be
like to be my own person, to not live in fear
of judgment. I scream for the sun that
I wish was over my head and to see the moon
which should be under my feat. My soul was
stolen and I watch as it dies silently, if I had
been myself and maybe not this man that I am,
my soul would be free and would float in the clouds again.
For I am no man, I have become somthing else, somthing
chained to a four cornered dark room called my mind.