Missing Piece

yet another social gathering; he's quiet in the corner.

but it's only 'cause his mind is racing; silence aids the horror

of the matter at hand. he's got a plan, but he can't

seem to put it into motion, so he sighs and resorts to

stay absorbing his surroundings, drowning idly of boredom.

can't relate to anyone's story; sure, he'd try, but at his core,

he knows he's born for something more than forcing smiles with contortions

of his facial features. take a breather. time is so obscure

and remains like that. caught within a time lapse. find that

line between true life and dream and try to keep inside that

at all times. forget opinions; grin and get a grip;

persistence wins the race. everything's in place and sequence.

sidetracks aside, passing by, as he laughs, finding life's hand

to grasp and pull him out the shell in which he'd dwell inside, and

for years remain in hiding. finally, it's time; grabs

that piece which he's been missing all his life, in time decides that

 

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games

are right around the corner; hiding in the flora

with their sights aimed tight. ain't right to assume an end.

essentially, it now is allowing, anew, the room to let

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games

are soon to be revealed, from where they've been concealed.

with a bright flame, light came; might soon accumulate

to bettering surroundings, amounting to who is who...

 

she'd take seven steps, freeze, and then crawl in her mind.

back inside herself/self-esteem was as small as her pride.

her eyes wide, though averted from the world she was so nervous

to see; yearned to be free of this infirmity. pleas

to cease her freeze-ups, or just ease up, were a permanent deed;

an everyday occurrence, nurturing this burden. and she

to a certain degree--understood the what that could be, once she

shook this stubborn nook, and reinserted her feet

into the ground. found a reason to keep assertive with these

internal urges, and a persistence to turn a new leaf.

determined to deter the circus besmirching her inner peace,

one day she could no longer take the burning so deep.

she found the strength to make her eighth step, then ninth, and her tenth.

and walk that line between true life and dream with pride and a sense

of conquering what, honestly, she had been fighting for a lifespan.

that missing piece finally found; now aligned, and

 

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games

are right around the corner; hiding in the flora

with their sights aimed tight. ain't right to assume an end.

essentially, it now is allowing, anew, the room to let

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games

are soon to be revealed, from where they've been concealed.

with a bright flame, light came; might soon accumulate

to bettering surroundings, amounting to who is who...

 

they say the human race is doomed to face an ongoing pursuit of hate;

polluting faith in others, while smothering us in huge debates.

loosely based on truths we take out of context, but use to bait

a few into a slew of slaves. cue the music. who relates?

crew up. do what doers say: follow suit, don't choose, obey.

dispute does not communicate, or compute with such ruthless snakes.

impunity imbued, abuse infused with an amusement, sways

opinions with decisions which limit our room to ruminate,

and think for ourselves, contemplate, and make decisions develop,

without the subconscious subliminal help

of someone else's ideas. we need to seek our own reasons

and stay true those, while using hope to move onto inducing growth.

and uncover that line between true life and dream that seems to be

close but unattainable; this time, i say let's take a hold.

and stay within its limits, but finish after we find that

piece which we've been missing this entire time inside; catch time.