A mile of tears. A universe of joy.

Desire to aspire

Eternally ending beam of thought

Flowing out in a pretentious river of rot

That we emit seemingly without a doubt

Making my broken will desire to scout

To scout for precious love much needed, indeed

May I be lonely for this false irrational deed

To be out in search to graciously acknowledge

May I not be alone in my refusal of knowledge

Treacherous knowledge infesting the mind

Of those of common, naive humankind

Am I able to put on the edge my find

Rejecting the search only to remind

To spill emotions as they truly matter

Allowing the blind mind to utterly scatter,

Hopelessly I strive to fuel the chatter

Never to disrupt the soothing stutter.

Searching for the soul and sensical matter

Truly embracing the important latter

Myself all I wanted is a relief

Fulfilling my truly desired belief

Never to let anybody feel the grief

For the words by self-proclaimed chief

Forcing those significant to suffer

Making my existence support to offer

To decompose the ridicule assumptions

And brighten the particular malfunctions

To reflect on the starting cause

To permit the establishment of pause

Allow the poor mind to conclude

What made it see the world so crude

Allow the poor soul to not seclude

The inner kid as I always would

To understand the very essence

To embrace the very presence

To target that sickening nonsense

Spilling comments with offense.

For that is my desire

To genuinely aspire

To remove the wire

Tangling the inner fire

To free the captured like I was,

To never feel the sticking remorse

For what has happened in the past

Supporting those with light to combust

The light required for us to shine

Spreading joy in the sacred shrine

Coloring the day allowing to confine

The glooming despair, corrupting sign.

To sense the purpose of a smile

Never had I to walk a long mile

To acquire the precious file

With a correct saving dial

This figure is by nature simplistic

This figure is by logic rightful

This figure is by doubt unrealistic

This figure is by us ungrateful

The message is not to cry wishing to die

But to be reborn with a smile and truly fly.

Remember that odds might be against

But the pure happiness must be sensed.