There’s a constant conflict in the creature in me

For I yearn for attention

But also yearn for peace

Better yet-

Embrace the rollercoaster, there is no escalator in life.

There is great thrill in being down,

Knowing there is nowhere to go but up;

And all that goes up, gravity will pull down.

Why should I apologize

For who I am,

Or who I’ve become,

Or what I’m becoming?

She awoke

Not with worry and fear,

But a smile

Knowing this was her year

It is a travesty in many ways

How our species takes on the day

Arming ourselves with tools and tactics

To navigate a treacherous age

Once a bird met a tree,

On its winter journey,

Across land and sea.

“May I rest my legs on your branch?”

Inquired the bird, tired as can be.

Every morning I awake to a silent breeze

Creeping through the window,

Where I see the sun rise from the east

There’s happiness in the simple things I thought

If we look hard enough, and dare to live free

What is the reality of this world?

Is there any universal beauty?

Any undeniable truths?

You have your prejudices

And me, my illusions

Who is the architect

Behind these rules we must play by?

Its several years later

And I still see nothing but fools

Laying brick to pave the roads

For royalty to pass through.