Conversation

I am not sleepy , i dont deny ..
sleep is something of a privileged toy ..
like hte old doctor once said , being high ..
is crazy and its madness .. oh .. its also called joy ..

I dont claim to be an expert with these things,you know ..
Little things in life had taught me well ..
If you really want something , life lets your expectations grow..
pop , your bubble bursts"Buddy , Life is really a living hell" ..

I sit and think "Boy , that was mean .. " ..
"Everyone is happy .. everyone except me " ..
" Do you really think , the grass is always green .. ?
you have not been to the other side .. It's not something you'd want to see "

"Oh yeah ,Im sure It cant be as bad ..
If im surrounded yet lonely , over here , I'm perinnially sad "
"Well then , I cant wait for you to cross , wait till i see what you find.. 
only then you'll realize , of all the good memories ,priceless treasures that you have left behind .."

"Thats what they always say , those who want to stick to their misery ..
Well Im going , im crossing over to the land of free "
With that I fall into the never ending trap ..
the one that life warned me .. *snap*..   

- Lost Poet

time .. my friend..

Time's a crazy , time's a tough ..
time's a changing fast enough ..
like the train that does not stop , fast appoaching ..
bearing down on you without warning ..

I sit there at the crossings and think to myself , o what the hell ..
its all hapening to me .. all too fast ..
i never the know the ending , never too smart to grasp ..
the truth behind all the lies , for all of it I fell ..

Is this happening to me or am i the reason..
to make things go wrong and to think that its right ..
I'm all too confused  .. mind not in a sane state ..
im tossing and turning.. i cant  think straight ..

what is going to happen, its all your seed..
Is it now or never , only you can tell me how ..
To this very day , i had faith ,i had trust and i believed ..
Oh devilish time .. I have lost it all .. faith , trust, belief and love ..   

- Lost Poet

silhouette..

walking a thousand miles in the barren land ..
tip of the tongue touching my lips ..
hopes of washing away the sand ..
I look ahead far away into the sky ..

the silhouette of blues dancing in the shade ..
the green fairy queen asking me to join ..
the mystic dance of eckle and toin ..
i close my eyes just for a second ..

looming gloom towers above ..
I look up and pray to the mighty winds ..
dark waters filling up below ..
beneath my feet the empty land ..

reaching out to my fairy queen ..
i stumble i mumble i cry to the unseen..
Alas i feel the warmth on my face ..
the wind rocks by, the desert still ablaze ..

-Lost Poet