Suppose, For a second, That everything, You ever wanted, Materialized itself, Right in front of you, Seemlessly, You world changes, And you become the, Person, You’ve always wanted to become, All the things, And qualities, Which you deemed, To be, Essential, For your happiness, Things such as, Confidence, Security, Assurance…

Moon River. I open my eyes, and see you laying beside me. You, whom, I cannot remember anymore, your obscure silhouette. Your most defining feature, your eyes, as if they we’re the center, of something greater, eyes that seemed to have been deliberately chosen, and placed, into your eye sockets…

Sometimes, I feel terribly sick, Homesick, For another world, Or something like this, Like I look around me, And identify with none of it, In fact it nauseates me sometimes, To think of living in a cycle of mundanity, Oh, It upsets my tummy, And I find myself longing for…

Let me write about books Because, If there is anything In this life That I’ve done Which has tremendously Transformed, And shifted the way I view things, Is reading books. Transformed, Not in any insignificant way, Or unnoticeable way, But in a subtle, And utterly flamboyant, A radiant, My inner-world…

Dont make life Harder Than it already is Let it happen And live it As you wish to live it I have complicated love For so long Thinking it is To be this list Of ridiculous Expectations Though Id like to say Maybe love is that which Challenges all your beliefs So that you can be a more Complete person These Are things I think about.

There's a power, That binds us all, It sizzles, It speaks through us all, In certain moments, Don’t ask me what those moments are, I haven’t got a clue, The only thing I know, Is, You are not crazy for believing in a world more wonderful than this one, For…

Who wants to live forever? Life is a question, And living is the answer. Life is a question, and living is the answer. Haha, who would’ve thought, a cynical asshole like me, could actually believe these words, I suppose I really do now. I don’t know, if that will ever change, for now I’d like to cherish this feeling I have, you know. Though I don’t know exactly where I’m going, I haven’t got a clue, I do have an unshakeable feeling that everything will be okay.

You are not a self-improvement project, For, To hold this belief, Is also to hold that belief, That who you are, Is not enough, Though, I know this is cheesy, I’m self-aware enough to know, This poetry which I write, Is not, Going to change the world, Or anything, It’s more of a statement for myself, An expression of the simple appreciation, Which is all it takes, That’s all, The more I treasure this feeling,

Cosmic comedians Is what we all are In that We ignore that Most fundamental quality Which is so obvious It almost takes A whole scheme of materiality Meaningless Power struggles Societal pressures And artificial Barriers Over our hearts To make us forget But wait… That’s what's happened, Hasn’t it? For…