I want to eat up miles beneath my tires
Make a show of my high-school liars
I will become something great
Is this a dream of someone the year of eight
A child like dream or insanity
An ignorance in the face of reality
To cast my cares to the wind
Like a fist full of sand
Scattered to distant lands
Throw away all responsibility
Drop the chains of rationality
Live for the hearts longing
Fill the holes to prevent panning
Reach out to grasp the nights northern rainbow
To live life without photographs show
Experience for the sake of experience
Not to grow a following or audience
But to fill the voids
The lack of adventure and fulfillment
That fills me with resentment
Resentment of my lot in life
All I want to do is live.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
