Tunnel

It is not the money on your pocket
That lets you buy an expensive cigarette;
Not the fortune you’ve been saving,
All for the glory of extravagant spending.

It is not the beauty of being high above the sky,
Seeing the clouds below you as you fly,
Or the scream as you take a deep breath,
And jump on the cliff as if it’s your death.

It is not the diamond on your finger
With a promise still uncertain from your lover;
Not the way they call your name,
A superiority you won from a dangerous game.

One may tell a tale so worthy,
But the end is not entirely its beauty;
For it is not the end of the tunnel you crossed,
But the journey, all the risks you tossed.

Always Towards Better Things

A dark night
No star to light
A question of who the voices are
Screaming inside, crying is a song,
Can they hear it?

Oh, they cannot –
They do not want to;
They shut their ears,
But no, it’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
Nobody hears;
The dance,
Nobody moves;
The poem,
Nobody recites.

It’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
One that should be sang;
The dance,
One that should be played.
The poem,
One that should be read.

And in the dark night,
If there is no star,
Look for the moon:
Borrowed light, unreal;
But there it is.

One more day,
one more step,
one more breath:
Semper ad meliora.

A Tear for Fear

First of the year.

I’m trying my best to cope with something that I’ve been going through lately, so I guess I’m sorry, self, for starting the year (and the decade) with a sad piece.

Through the Wheels

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