questions,

why isn't there peace like there is an park?
if the God's do exist, why does hate live?
what is real, what is perception?
where has fun gone, it's still alive in me,
this is my idea of fun, playing silly games,
why is life so serious?
why does the willow weep?
as it stands so calmly,
and dances in the summer breeze.

remorse,self-reproach,responsibilty,

I make mistakes,
and what seems like wrong choices,
to others, noone will understand the complex thought processing,
that occurs in my brain,
but my justification becomes undone, as I untangle each spiral of thought,
then I become lost.
I think I think too much,
and get lost in the moment, creating no future, no notion of moving foward,
just stillness and wanting to be in a particular moment for always.

tangled,

In the web of opportunity, I'm lost within each speckle that the light catches, Of the glistening morning dew, Each day lies a new adventure, Each road you take, Another destination, What station am I? London, the Underground, Piccadilly's where I might be found, The hustle and bustle, those iconic sights, I look up at the sky, The dawn of opportunity, But where am I?

still,

Spoken words speak no meaning, It's the silence that infuses feeling, A white canvas, a blank page, Fill it with colour, Free your spirit like a bird out of it's cage.

HAPPY!

Happiness is dancing in the shimmering blue sea, Or by the red falling leaves of an oak tree, Happiness is the ability to see colour, Even in the greyest of things, Happiness is imagination running free, Like the rays of the sunshine in the spring, Each thought no one will see!

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It occured to me today, that life as we know it is merely a mixture of people's different perceptions of the world and how we critique these or agree with them.

Your eyes capture thousands of photographs a day, each one with a different outlook on life, and each one noticing things you didn't see before.

What one person thinks of you, maybe different to another, and to yourself.

I am not what I thought I was, these ideas about me have been generated by the machine which is my brain that logs other people's opinions.

My thoughts change every second, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper into them, I forget I'm on Earth for a while. On a blank canvas, my thoughts flourish with colour, vivid dreams, yet a darker shadow, which holds the logic.

I am torn between right and left, right and wrong maybe.

What one road takes me down, leads to another, but are these roads positive.

So far, many of them haven't been.

A man, whom serves no relation to me now, once told me 'Life is a game, and you need to play it before it plays you'. This man spoke no sense to me all the time I was there, but this was the last thing he said to me, and it actually makes sense.

You need to grab every opportunity sent your way, whether it be right or wrong, good or bad, I'm so close, but I'm too afraid.

This makes sense to me, does it to you?

I won't ever know, I don't have your brain or your being, this may never be read.

Experiences change you as a person, bring different emotions and feelings you may never have thought you'd see.

My brain has ticked constantly ever since I was able to think, it never shuts of, even whilst I sleep.

warped,

Fiction

is

an

ADVENTURE!

Fact

is

a

LECTURE

I know

which world

I'd rather be in

EAT

the

Mushroom

through a

Looking Glass

You

Seee in.

adventure,

all the willow trees, i lye beneath,every sound, every leaf,every piece of music becomes one.

through tinted glasses i watch and stare,at all the leaves that fall through my hair,

i am one with nature, in a city, global warming, what a pity.

27 degrees in the fall, i thought to myself 'well this is cool!'

i smile as my eyes see vivid colours, as i sway from side to side,

listening to psychadelic rythmns, 'well enjoying this ride'.

my soul becomes the beat, like the drum i'n' bass,

i become adventurous, like a pixie out of it's case.