Waking every morning;
is a surreal dream.
Every breath taken is
is another lost.
But that doesn't stop me.
Life is beautiful.
It is a dance.
It is a lion.
It is what it is.
Desperation drives the soul,
But what drives the mind?
Every idea lost, lie made, dying human,
has a purpose.
Contributing to each pillar,
is an intricate cross-hatch mesh of something.
But what is that mesh?
Is it happiness?
Is it ignorance?
Is it bliss?
Or ignorance bliss therefore creating happiness?
But it doesn't matter,
all because life is amazing.
A miracle.
It is easily given and taken,
weak yet strong.
Am I contradicting myself?
Maybe, but then again maybe not.
That's the beauty of it all.
There isn't a wrong or right.
Just a mind jolting thought process.
Why is life focused around a vast secret?
Due to family ties?
Due to promises?
Due to inflictions?
We may never know.
Look inside yourself though
and you'll find the grandest of the grand.
The secret of your heart.
Thudding and pumping thick royal blood.
Holding memories of a time not too long ago.
All hopes, and aspirations that were forgotten
came to life again.
Making life worth living misunderstood.
Making life YOURS to keep.
Most of all making life beautiful....