The Starry Skies

Swimming to the shore My ferry is broken and is in need Of repairs Floating in the storm I am lost to all the memories indeed In despair Maybe not tonight Or tomorrow but one day I will Find the will Again & again I fall, but only to rise Only with sunrise The bed is colder every night Winter is approaching The blues come along with it I find myself often Flowing with the current Flying in the wind Some days I'm a ferry man Others I'm gazing longingly at the stars Hoping to wave to friends Some days I'm a bird, soaring My soul rings, aches a bit With the wind's groaning Like a tree of oak Floating in the storm again Swimming to the shore once more My ferry broke Harvesting the wood I will be sure to have it in the waters Before anyone needs to ride with me I will go into the sunset And fail to sleep Freedom calls again Order within is screaming At me Ghost of my past They wave back through the stars At least I think they do, it's what I see I know not what path ...

Ever since I was a little child I've always hated change You see, when it came to me at the time I wanted things to stay Just the same way Forever and ever I didn't know or understand the world Nor how it works I couldn't figure that time, just as everything Will always move on Not one thing will remain the same With time as the factor to differentiate Yet somehow I'm very much so different and yet The same person that's still a child within Changes abound, changes aplenty Still dreaming every night about reaching infinity Flying among the stars and floating away To a place where no one knows me See I've always hated change But I loved freely roaming Going from place to place, wandering Wondering whether or not my past mistakes Mean that I've always been blundering Randomly stumbling upon anything that I called dear Things that are predisposed for me to enjoy or like People that I've introduced to my personal life People for whom I feel responsible too B...

Wake up, check the time Still ten minutes till the alarm Rest again? I'll pass too long Wake, but sleeping still remains my arm Slept wrong, my neck hurts Awake I must, regardless, be What's this, a third growth spurt Again I become unrecognizable to me Mirror mirror on the wardrobe Tell me how I look Mirror mirror in the bathroom I washed my face, still look shook Shower shower, curtain & drain Clean me of my sins They straddle down my sides and yet remain None of it really makes sense Dry the hair and brush the teeth The lies I tell, my breath yet stinks Take the eye-drops and fix my sheets The abyss is collapse and I'm on the brink Nevertheless we brush the hair Put the pants on with the shirt Button up and put on the watch It's a marathon, not a sprint Shoes too tight, feet too large This world was not made for me Everything is one-size-fit-all No matter how varying it pretends to be Conform and you'll become Dare and you will break Only those with luck For ...

It takes a spark to brighten A darkened corner of the world A single spark of emotion Could ignite you whole The universe began with a spark, too The darkness of space, created Within itself an expansive explosion One that could provide truth Within the lies Truth is a spark that's alight One that goes out every time you refuse to Maintain the honesty within your soul Maintain the integrity of you whole I am a spark, ever-ignited But I am fading slow A jaded statue of unpolished marble Within all footsteps I follow No path newly charted Yet no uncharted path to walk The sun covers all that's provided Nothing new to be said or called Exhaustion begets exhaustion No breaths to be drawn No canvas to witness the grey Within which I exist No light to be brought when no darkness calls No spark to ignite when nothing exists Nothingness that exists where once something did Impossible yet probable, a paradox and a wish An end to all things that once one loved An end brought about by one...

  I feel like I'm lost and forsaken I feel that I'm never mistaken I feel like I distort the mission so often I feel like I'll never amount to a whole lot Between the time of ascension during birth And my descent within my coffin I feel lost within a life that's abandoned me to the wolves I feel a yearning for those who are not here anymore I feel like I'm confused Often guided towards the inner black hole that consistently pulls I feel like I'm worth nothing at all I feel like I'm everything in the world I feel like a legend that's never been born Potential is overrated but I've got potential Public facing but isolation's essential I feel like I'm lost and distorted I feel like everything is contorted Towards a direction that which I've never chosen I feel like I'm lost within desire for meaning I feel like I want to become more than how I'm feeling I feel like I'm always in control Yet I always feel controlled by what I ofte...

  Courtiers come and courtiers go Kings have ruled before our own Rulers come and rulers go Courtiers remain walking these halls Weeping crying aching halls You can maintain what must be fixed Repair the damage caused by time You cannot repair the memories, trapped Within the walls, within the sides Within this palace of jagged, broken stone Death and birth and cycles all Nothing remains the same The only constant in this life is change Change in heart and mind and soul Change in culture that changes woe What's happy now could be later sad Death was once celebrated as a stepping stone To a life beyond what we currently have Now death is feared and souls it hurt This kingdom's death was fast approaching Till our king united the lost souls But I still firmly believe Soon this kingdom we'll be mourning Day and night I entertain Guests that come and go Everyone's here for their own gain I've come to find my predecessor's notes I agree with what he said On principle ...