Deep Thoughts in The City

You haven't seen the best of me yet..

My Pride

I have been mistaken,

My mind must've taken,

An unknown path.

An odyssey is what I look for,

But like Dante described it,

Paradise is hard to find,

And few manage to find it.

Grit

Is not the only source of strength,

And knowledge

Won't help you know

The secrets of the unwandered world.

Money and gold

Is not the only way to riches

And philosophy is not art

It's a way of life.

Midnight crises

And silent cries

Late at night

Are what follow.

In times where I feel completely hollow

For all I know

There might be freedom in the place I'm chained down

Forced to stay

And sway

Around with my arms,

Pretending to have fun.

Put a cold gun

To my head

But don't ever pull the trigger.

Let the sun rays embrace me,

Like the old days.

New ways

Will arise in my path.

Not even astrology or the universe or good spirits

Can do anything about it now.

I can go on about love,

I can mumble on about faith

But it really wouldn't help anyone understand,

The true question I ask

And the true answer I seek

Because it doesn't take much to believe,

But it takes strength to reinforce surreality

Upon reality.

And as I fly in the air,

Because in my mind,

I truly can fly,

I let out a sigh

Whenever I am struck with reality.

Just Plans

I was never good at following rules,

So I created my own.

Trapped inside my own dome.

Without all the fools.

The world ain't bubbly,

But it's fine,

I haven't made it out here yet,

But my hopes are still up.

This ain't a movie

But I still think I might

escape from this

one day.

This is not what I expected,

Diamonds embraidened in an abundance of jewelry everywhere I go

And everywhere I look

I see clear flames,

Not fueled by hatred,

But by hope,

My hope

Their hope

Our hope.

I wish that picture would become reality

A decade or so from now.

But I cannot expect the world to do wonders for me,

If I'm not doing wonders for the world.

There is no false reality,

And no imagination

If you twist it all with what's real

And blend it fairly well.

The fall from the throne.

I hoped it wouldn't last forever,

but that doesn't mean I wanted my reign to end.

No, not like this,

because I used to own the world,

and everything and everyone in it;

they all belonged to me.

They all surrendered to me.

It all became what I wanted it to become.

No mistakes, no faults, no questions asked,

No falls, no doubts, no worries.

Just perfection.

My deepest deception.

Because it failed me.