KatieBerry09

Why do we fight for things things we believe in Things we wish to keep Things we ourselves have grown close to Why do I sit here felling useless Why do I sit here Feeling Pathetic Why can't I feel Numb Shoot Me up with a drug to end the busted up lag Take my thoughts away and place them in a box Hidden in a closet be hind all the memories i want to keep Hide in a box that says forbidden Why do we fight for things Things we know we can't have Things that are on that top self With your mother screaming get down I just want them to be But there forbidden And all i want is numbness from the pain My hopes where so High now

As i sit here thinking I stare as the tear caresses the window panes As the translucent blurred reflection Breaks and adjusts with almost feathery quality The sound of  a strong ocean rolls in my ears But its a ghost for all there is the grass lands green ocean mimicking that of the element in which it falls in comparison to is cousin upon Gaia Darkness splinters between nights blanket & that of of daylights forgiveness the directions of the breath of the storm is confused unsure of path , unsure of target I can see now, but in flashes There is so much yet so little seen Moments of its flash remind me of a photograph Yet it

To be a dreamer isn't to sit back and think what if , It isn't chasing the imposable just because someone said it was possible. Its believing that the imposable is possible for you. Going off of others ideas isn't allowing once self to emerge as a person of individuality and substance. It allowing us to become a puppet or sponge of the things other want of us. We must think for our selves to truly call our selves artists if we weren't to imagine the odd of beautiful & turn it in to the works of art in which we do what would there be to look at. What would happen if everyone thought alike and did alike! what would we have then to look at. t