The Starry Skies

A comet soars along the skies every century or so It inspires hope in the darkest corners of the world The comet itself is a non-entity Its nature is unknown to most The comet soars along the skies And people whisper made up lies The comet exists in nature as it does And people believe what they want to believe The comet will soar on forever Or until it collides with something in the horizon Till the day, the hope it inspires will die never Every century the light can be see with the sun rising The bright white light shining upon oceans and rivers The comet will remain and men will die And children will grow old Every generation anew they see it once And tell stories to their grandkids about its truth The comet is hope, the comet is light The comet is all that we perceive it to be The comet is nothing like what's mentioned above These are all simply held by mere men, simple beliefs The truth is much simpler than what you could believe The comet is just a comet A flying piece of roc...

    Light spoke into the darkness Light shined the path for the passengers Darkness was content For light brought a warmth that was alien to her Among the travellers on the path lit Was a lonesome man by himself Within the crowds, during the march You could find him contemplating his past The present presented him with a few choices He was never a risk taker, though Balancing his pride, guilt and sorrow He didn't believe He should've been here The world around him fell apart year after year The darkness hid him for long But Light came along He was never shackled, not truly His arms were simply tied down by the weight Survivors' guilt, a man's pride Grieving death, the sorrow of life Depression spoke to him It said "You and I are forever entwined" Guilt never said a word He just held onto his arms Sorrow always wept He hugged her as he was falling apart Pride would tell him he's stronger than all of this That he has no need for sadness Sloth would ask ...

Many of the many stories I've once told Are filled with some degrees of lies Not much substance to me, I'm afraid So I have to fill in the blanks I'm afraid that once I'm weak and old Once I've grown, running out of time Unable to take much stance, with regret I constantly wonder who I am under the mask Truthfully, I've gotten so good at this Not even I can tell you the lies from the truth Especially with stories about my younger days The details are so muffled, but there are clues I'm unable to uncover who it is that I am within Sometimes I fear like all there is to me Is my lack of truth with myself I know no news is good news But that's just not the case when You're on a journey to discover what's left After the many years or survivor's guilt and regret After the suicidal thoughts and self-hate The loathing of all that I am within That's the part they don't tell you about healing You spend so many years letting your fears define yo...