I'm in an ever changing limbo between what I think is and what is the truth,
And I've come to find that my worse enemy in this life is my mind.
Realizing that from reminiscing the past I have not lost my sanity but my youth;
To some life is a gift and while I've not disagreed it has never been kind.
I am in love with the way the wind blows and all of the sanctity colors of the sky,
But to think of the insatiable lust for malevolence of the human race horrifies me.
Problems of complexity that are so simply but unrealistically solvable brings the question why.
I can not fathom that this is what is and will forever be and I solemnly wish to leave.
And if happiness is truly a choice why would I choose my sorrows and why is it not okay?
At times the earth's magic is palpable, others it's only cold and I question whether it ever existed.
I aspire a Utopia of nothing but peace and bliss but see melancholy as beauty in every way,
Making me passive in deep conversation because I believe my train of thought is twisted.
I don't understand how one can say you're past does not define you because it does;
An orphan however happy can never be whole, a child however smart will always be ignorant.
I'm a firm believer of something more and I admire questions whose answers are just because,
But how do I differ between what is and what isn't or what matters and what is irrelevant.
