Morning 7/31/17

These hours of morning
Clouded grey shrouding blue sky
Until afternoon sun burns it all away

A quiet life in a quiet place
Is this all I ever wanted
I don't know but it's what
I want today
Turn off the city lights
Leave the cars on the road
Watch the stars from
an unlit porch
Listen to the sounds
of a world gone back

You're old enough to know
better
You're old enough to know
life doesn't owe you anything
Pull yourself up
Get walking
Get moving
Don't get stuck forever
in your head

the good times are killing you

Bored of Drink

I feel as though I have grown bored of drinking.
There. I have said it. So what? What does that
mean to me now that it has been said? I think
that I must chart a course now without it this
regular crutch of mine. It still feels good and
pleasurable but it just doesn't feel the same.
I drink, I get drunk, I eat too much bad food
late at night. The pattern is the same and it
feels far too predictable to me. It has no more
surprises for me and that is fine. I suppose I'll
start by not drinking today or most of this week.
I might drink on Sunday but even that is a maybe
at the moment. I honestly prefer waking up with
out feeling like my body is recovering for some
sort of bender. My weight and appetite will be
much easier to manage without this constant
influx of drink. It'll also clear my head and focus
my thoughts as I prepare to return to the ashram
once more. I have to remember the promise I
made to my grandmother and myself for the
next time I return to Mexico. It'll help me get
closer to the goal and ideal. Abstaining from
alcohol won't solve all my problems but it'll
help me gain a specific clarity which will be
of great help. Change can be as simple as one
just saying no and making small steps one day
at a time. The path can be difficult but it can
be traversed. I say this to myself to remember
as I walk forward and try to build something
better for myself once more.

Walk This Path With Me

The path of struggle is one we all must walk upon
in the course of our life. Struggle, hardship, falls
on us through the years by the sheer passage of
time if nothing else. We grow, learn, and adapt
from these lessons. We must see them as lessons
in order to foster growth. Some of our struggle is
self-inflicted. Those struggles cling to the very soul
of our being and force us to engage in deeply
personal reflection and evaluation in order to see
a way forward. Some of us struggle with addiction
to substance or reaction. Neither is good for the
body or soul. We must engage the deep thinking
mind to find our way through. Sometimes this
can only be achieved by reaching out towards
others. Knowing when to do so can be difficult
and a source of fear and judgement. Those who
love us will see us not as degraded beings but
as fellow humans attempting to ascend to a
higher state of being. This ascension need not
be anything intensely religious, though for some
it might be, but merely the fulfillment of a long
gestating path of growth.

Morning 7/29/17

She has begun building her nest
in the branches of the lemon tree
outside my window.

I hear the rustle of twigs and sticks
in the morning hours. On occasion
I look out and see her keeping watch

Building a life from cast off pieces
there is hope in the natural order
Everything as intended

Morning 7/28/17

waking path
where will you lead
this life
filled with the unexpected
what is one more thing
to discover
moments alive
awake
aware

Morning 7/26/17

The time is coming when it will be necessary
for the self to change by shedding old fears
and habits in order to invoke positive change.

Drinking is starting to bore me.

What is there to gain through change?
Everything.

Every beginning is the result of an end.

I find myself waking up every morning
and wonder about this common miracle.

It is easy to live a modern life and lose
appreciation for the many blessings so
many of us enjoy and take for granted.

I must begin this day in gratitude and
appreciation.

Let your words be promises and let
your actions be the fulfillment of them.

The path begins to be revealed.
Follow. Walk. Let it be truth.

I am finding truth day by day
and am coming close to acceptance
and action for myself.

Breaking long ingrained habits is
difficult. I must do this for myself.
Progress is possible.

I live within this dream and wake
to reality every night. I cannot
remember the real but I do not
need it anyhow. This dream is all.

Morning 7/25/17

This world was never made to stay still.
We change both of our own will and as
reaction to the changes around us. What
is the value to this? That is something I
find myself wondering from time to time.
Change must occur as surely as any of
us must breathe. In this world of perpetual
change is there anything which is unchanging?

Generation to generation we have carried on
a sense of belief in that which is eternal.
A belief in gods and God, a belief in that
which carries on beyond this world. It is
possible that we merely lie on one end of an
endless continuum.

I am seeking a deeper knowledge.
I am seeking a deeper understanding
of both this world and myself.
This wakes me early some mornings
and leaves me lost in thought.
There are times when I feel as though
the time for a correction of course is
close at hand. I believe that. That can
only happen with my dedication to a
new footing. How easy it is to continue
the same path. The comfort of the life
we have built for ourselves is one that
can be difficult to change. The world
does not need to be completely changed
in a day and night. Rather, if there is to be
change, it must begin within the soul
of us. The soul knows better than our
faculties of pure reason what should be.
I sometimes fear change but I know I
must let it be. We are stronger than we
know. Strength emerges when it is
needed. We must listen to the world
inside.

This body, this incarnation of the now
was not built to live forever. That which
is lives within.

Summon from within that which is everlasting.

Allow yourself the opportunity to grow.

Why should a new age dawn
if we are not yet ready for a change?

Morning 7/23/17

Voices singing in time as the rhythm propels them
Fervent and devout the names of god emerging
from their lips Hearts full of meaning and devotion

The flower was speaking from it's place in the garden.
I walked over to ask it how it was doing. It said it was
doing fine but that it was a little thirsty. I poured a little
water onto it and made sure some made it to the ground
as well. It said that was good and thank you. How had
I never noticed that flower could speak? After that day
I never heard the flower speak again though it could.
I can still hear it's sweet and quiet voice in the garden.

This journey home will last a lifetime
This lifetime will last the journey home

I watched her dance and imagined her being
in love with me as much as the rhythm moving her
This fiction in my mind comforted my heart yet
I still desired her but felt unable to bring myself
to her attention Her grace and movement
appeared as though from another world altogether
When the music ended I saw her look around
the room as she walked out through the door
I can still hear the music I can still see her
as she was then

Fragments of Morning

Morning 7/22/17

Finding the perfect place to be still.

I wake and find this world still here and I
within it. How strange it is to be something
rather than nothing. This strangeness is
normal. To not be would be stranger still
or would it be merely a different way of
existence. Matter changes forms and cannot
be destroyed. Can consciousness change
forms as well? Is all consciousness part of
a larger pool of thought that guides all paths
of existence? This living and breathing reality
and we are mere cells within it.

Beneathe the tree you fell asleep in the early
summer afternoon. Mother found you and
woke you. It was time to go back to the house.
Father was coming home and would want to
eat with all his family. You walked with her
back to the house and looked across the vast
green fields dotted with trees and scored by
the sounds of birds and rustling leaves. There
would be a delicious warm meal waiting at
the table. You wondered if she had made
the fresh biscuits you were always fond of.
Father was on the porch when the two of you
arrived and you hugged him. He held you as
tightly as the sun and moon revolve in their
orbit. Love. That's what that hug felt like.
It is a feeling that will always be with you.
It is a feeling that will always define part
of what you will seek. How perfect that
meal was that afternoon. Things would not
always be that way but that memory would
be eternal and good and pure. That can never
be taken. Such is the currency of the soul.

Morning 7/21/17

I wake up and hear your voice
I listen and close my waking eyes
Calling the names of God
What is there to be found
Still the waters inside
Sail down this endless river

A Kingdom of Broken Men

Morning 7/20/17

These doors open and close
Close and separate
Let me through and
I'll show you the way

I wake and wander though I do wonder
Will time keep moving through us and
for how long For always and always
We cannot stop this pace but we will
live on and on until we cannot any more
The truth I saw in you until I closed my
eyes but still I persisted

Dreaming in my sleep
I return to a waking world
Not ready to stay awake
Consciousness flits between
Endless possibilities
And concrete realities
Take me to the place
In the canyons
Where we sang by the water
And found eternity

Dawnbreaker

I'm hanging on until my fingers cannot grasp anymore

This is not a message.

There is no meaning here.

These are only words.

Morning 7/18/17

I still dwell in a world of hope and possibility
Despite all I've seen and done
I know change is still possible
I know betterment can still be reality
The spirit can still triumph given the opportunity
I have not surrendered
I have not given up on hope
There is light in me still

We cannot live in fear of pain
It is a component to all our lives
It can be overcome
Growth can be the fruit of it

To be better today than yesterday.

It won't be this way forever.

Divergent lives
Though
I still think of you
From time to time
How life pushes us
forward
through the passing
years

Morning / Afternoon 7/17/17

A Season of Awakening.

The hours of the day pass so quickly
that we rush through them
at every chance
But what purpose does this rushing
ever accomplish for us
The days pile behind us
as we fail to see how many
remain ahead
Needless hurry and worry
The future comes soon enough
Yet it is always here
Though we will
never last

How easy is it to become weary and dispirited
at our world?

I don't want to see you cry
I want to see you live again

Darling, survive, persist.

Morning 7/16/17

The night is warm so you leave your windows
wide open and listen to the lateness of the hour.
Your body sweats under the thin sheet but you
lay and listen, listen, listen. When your eyes
close visions play like children at a park. Does
it matter what it means? Your body rests.

Become both transmitter and receiver.

How does one return to life in the morning?
I try to return with a sense of contemplation
and gratitude. This life is a brief and passing
thing and I wish to acknowledge that. I wish
to make the best of this time to grow in body
and spirit. To foster good and grow in the
love I give and receive.

Beauty can inspire devotion. In you I see
the human divine.

We are all seeking words of comfort and healing.

I dreamt I was in a record store searching for a
release I couldn't quite find. There was a familiarity
to the place that I couldn't quite pinpoint but then
again most record stores have a hint of that feeling
for more at this point. I dug through the D's but
saw nothing that was of interest. I looked up and
saw everyone else in the store milling about, looking
at record sleeves, and otherwise engaging in this
wonderful pursuit.

Morning 7/15/17

Can we rewrite history
create a better world
through our own actions?

Searching for soul and meaning
Look within
Have you tried in there

If I am blooming lotus

The heartbeat of creation resides within you.

The Many Fold Path

The Darkness cannot be destroyed but neither can the Light.

The Struggle

The struggle is real
It is here and it looks at us
as though we cannot see it
The struggle is within us all
and at no point do we ever
allow ourselves to be free
from it We should learn
to expand our capacity for
kindness and understanding
knowing this fact about
each other Sisters and Brothers
we face this life in this way
The struggle changes in
face and scope but it is a
persistent challenge to the
heart and soul of us all
There is relief if we choose
to seek it True relief is not
found in the ingestion of
any short term remedy
No the struggle is far too
strong for that The struggle
can only be overcome slowly
through reforging of heart
and mind I struggle with this
but I am trying my best
to overcome this It will take
time and patience Awaken
with the day and I tell myself
I will survive this day and night
and not let this struggle
overcome me

Morning 7/14/17

To awaken is not merely to emerge from sleep.

These days are all the days of my life. 

I live within them as best I can.

To embrace their joy and pain 

and make use of what I have been given.

To create growth I must let the old self fall away.

All of my life is past life memories

Running through my mind

I catch an image from time to time

Faces from places I haven't seen in years

There's no slowing of these times

Everything moves faster and faster

I'm breathing, trying to catch my breath

Not wanting to let it get the best of me

What we want is too simple to believe

Call it truth nonetheless 

Memories are the vestiges of this life

Carrying them to the end

Of whenever that might be

These days of sunrises and sunsets

A tide of light and dark

Washing over me

Until a final sunset 

A measure of peace.

Searching for enlightenment in words old and new. 

Morning 7/13/17

What has this restless age awoken within you?

I will begin soon and soon enough the path will be set
to walk upon once more.

The Infinite Mind.

Here in this life
Waiting and acting
Patiently impatient
Striving for greater joy
Striving for greater freedom
Life moving through us
We move through it as well
How much time
All of time
is now

What is grace?
How do we find it?
Can we give it others?

The Infinite Now.

The source of this water.

She's retired and lives down the street.
She's sweet and doesn't mind the company
when she's at the bar. She says when she was
younger she loved to go out dancing as often
as she could. I see her moving in the stool
and can tell it to be the truth. She rests her
hand on my backside just above my ass.
She lets it slide down a little and leaves it
there for a moment. Neither of us mind.
Everyone is drinking, the music is moving
through the air. We're still alive for now.

I want this world to have a revolution of the soul.

Have we let our modernity move us away from
the fundamental connection and kindness we
all deserve to create in this life?

Freewrite 7/12/17

If I start writing at this moment what will come out?
I do not know, I have no plans. It is merely what it
will be. How much of my fears and insecurities can
I lay out on the page? This act is simple yet consumes
the passion of a lifetime to come close to perfecting
something so ethereal. What magic is this? Is it more
than mere words plucked from the ether? I have let
many years pass me by and now I wish to no longer
do so. I must find my way to action. It starts simply
as thoughts but I cannot let myself be consumed
merely by thought. I must find the way to concrete
action. I just remembered an old friend telling me of
her father dying. Another friend had his mother die
last year. Time is marching on it's endless campaign
in the war that hardly anyone understands is going
on everywhere at all times. The illusion of the eternal
present is a force that lulls many of us into pure
inaction through sheer inertia. Is the great search for
meaning that there is no meaning? Are we each
responsible for creating a way forward for ourselves?
I would say that is a very likely thing. When I listen
to the birds in the morning how many generations of
men and women done the same? How did the first
human at the beach feel as they marveled at the
seemingly endless expanse of the ocean? How
beautiful it is to behold so much water coming in
and out from the shore. Did this simple view help
solidify the idea of gods in the mind of man? I am
grateful for this life but I demand more from myself.
That is me in the present. I must not only demand
this of myself, I must create the conditions that
will allow me to do this work. To master oneself
is the work of a lifetime. I must control this unruly
body and it's simple desires. This desire is not
relenting. I must not let myself back down from this.

From Dream to Honesty

I wake up and you are not there. I place my hand
on the sheets and feel the warmth of your body
and realize I must have dreamt of you there.

There are days when I wish to leave this city life
and live a quiet life in a small town. Part of this
desire I know would not work. I can't run away

from myself, from my fears, and insecurities.
I must slowly work on these inner changes.
This can be the only way to truly grow.

The more I live and think about it, the more
I feel as though there must be truly something
more to this life. But what is that more?

How does one define that which refuses to be
defined? I suppose that is one of the places I
am at right now. I feel spiritually restless.

When I think about the present and the near
future one idea that has grabbed hold of me
is stop drinking from August until I return

to Mexico next year. So, roughly 6 or so
months off. It just seems as though it would
be beneficial physically and spiritually.

Drinking is a thing that I have struggled with.
I admit this to myself because I know it.
I have to face this fact about myself.

To make some of the changes I wish to do
in my life my drinking is something that
must fundamentally change.

This can only help me in clearing my thoughts
as well as helping me to lose the weight
that clings to me. This is true no matter what.

Right thoughts, right actions. This life is not
easy. This life is struggle. I struggle with these
parts of myself. This is myself being honest.

morning 7/11/17

We struggle with choice and habits
This is necessary
But it is also necessary
to find truth
and to grow beyond our limitations

Creation not Self-Destruction.

I dream of a better life
but I have not yet made it for myself
I dream of a better life
but what steps have I taken
I dream these dreams
yet always wake
I must choose
I must make a choice
I must create the change

No More Worry

Worry doesn't worry me anymore but perhaps that
is good enough reason to worry now. My mind
sifts through thoughts like loose gravel. I let the
dawn encroach and overwhelm. The birds make
themselves known once again. Light has overwhelmed
the sky. It is among us once more.

beautiful and alone

Kiss me like you know me
and I'll kiss you like I know you
the next time we see each other
at the bar. Your smile is as sweet
as your kiss. You come close
and I am lost in you for the
moment. You hold my hand
and tell me how good it is
to see me. I believe it cause
I want to. Cause I want it
to be true. Let me take you
home, I think but do not say.
You smile and laugh, take a
sip from your drink.

Declarative

"Listen."
I  hear this in my mind when I wake
at five in the morning.
It is not a command as much
as a declarative.
I ask myself
What am I to listen to
at this early hour?
I close my eyes
and listen to stillness itself.
The peaceful wave
of morning
A day yet untempered
by coming events.
Listen.
Listen.
Dawn begins to grow
from a planted seed
blooming quickly.
I listen and listen
and try to understand.
This self within me
twists and moves
inside my skin
straining to hear
to feel the morning air
This world wakes
at it's own pace.
I hear the first bird
of morning.
Is it listening as well?
What does it hear?
I cannot ask it
what it knows
yet I am glad to have it
at this moment
at this time
A companion unseen
but heard
Somewhere close
life is gathering
once more
Palm trees stand in stark
silhouette as the sky
grows light behind them

Your Happiness

We are each searching for our own happiness.

Happiness is a personal thing in how we come

to define it. We have all felt happiness and we 

have felt it's opposite. Happiness, much like all

states of mood and mind, is a passing phase. 

This is by no means a negative. The peaks of 

happiness give contour and definition to our

lives. If it were possible to live in a state of 

endless happiness one would lose sight 

of what it once felt like. We find happiness

in every possible place if we will ourselves

to do so. Sometimes there is fear that if we 

lose this state that we might be unable to 

attain it once more. That is untrue. There are

many paths to this state and there are many 

false paths as well. The wisdom we must

each seek to attain is the ability to discern 

true happiness from false or fleeting facsimiles

of it. Alcohol, drugs, sex, can all be abused

into creating a fleeting sense of fulfillment.

Yet, it is not. To plunge into the depths of 

these is to abuse them and what they are

meant to be. Happiness can absorb these

but they are not pure happiness unto 

themselves. Spirit, mind, heart, are all 

keystones in happiness. 

Morning 7/9/17

Finding a Universal Consciousness
through all that which surrounds us
Light at the edge of Dawn
Words searching for expression
These hands ready to serve

I am ready
I must be willing
I am ready
to move beyond
this dawn

To go beyond mere survival
And transform our lives into
passion and creativity
To live and thrive from
our own sense of creation

The journey can only continue
if more steps are taken on the path

A choice is offered
A choice must be made

To reconcile mind and body
To live within form and out of it as well

Vibrations across strings
The essential hum of existence
A note rising and resonating

From a distance I have loved you
From a distance I still do

Beyond the rise and setting of the Sun
I am here divining words from the wind

Morning 7/8/17

Wake before the dawn and ask the Sun
what is keeping it so long?

Night begins to fade into light and the birds
have begun to wake. At this hour the world
is still peaceful, still beautiful in all it's natural
glory.

I think about leaving on a regular basis. I know
it is a foolish thing, even childish to think that
my problems would not follow me. That is
inherently false. We do not simply become
other people in a different place. We remain
ourselves even if the location has changed.
The heart of our lives remains. As I move
forward through this life I am growing in my
understanding of it even if parts of it still
confound me. This life continues to surprise
even as it drags us through mundane days.

I think about the love I've given and the love
that has been given to me. So much of it,
from so many, at different times.

Abuelo,
Cuando te despiertes hoy
vas oir los pajaros
afuera de tu cuarto
cantando por ti?

Are we always making a leap into eternity?

Take off your shoes and walk into the room.
Find a chair to sit or sit on one of the pillows
on the floor. Still yourself. Listen to the wind
through the windows. Feel the slight breeze.
We are here together. This is how it has always
been, always will be. Voice of God speaking
through us, calling out of names, transcending
to another place, another plane. Finding our
truth. Purify the heart and body. This path
calling to you.

You Are The Music.

I am the instrument through which the universe plays it's music.

There is music, soul, and expression
that is beyond technique. It cannot be
explained into reason, it must simply
be accepted for what it is. Purest release.

Morning 7/7/17

Transmitter and Receiver
Exist as both
To give and take
Let it all come through

Life and mortality Sequence of events How things
move through us and life I wonder about time as it
passes I wake up early and find myself reading and
writing Trying to let it all come through and flow
through my head These days These years Markers
of this life How we change How we still remain
the same I am learning to be still To silence my
mind To try and hear nothing yet still listen to
everything I hear birds yet do not understand their
language It does not stop me from listening From
the treetops where they are perched they call to
one another from a distance Flight and change
The will to move through sky with no hardship
Ease of motion An eternal dream of man

Dreams That Call

Awake yet still dreaming
I see my past and future
Aligned within the same place
The place my parents called home
The place they left for a new life
I hear it's whispers calling
Through years and memory
It is patient with it's call
Calling a son home
To roots and soil
Blood of my ancestors
Home to those who gave
Me this life and
Gave life to
Them in turn

Morning 7/6/17

The journey must simultaneously
be of the inner and outer world.
To search for one is to search
for the other. No journey is whole
with out both.

Morning 7/5/17

We must embrace the present
This now is infinite
Yet our lives are mere flickers of light

The path of enlightenment
is one I am drawn towards
I see my flaws and wish
to bring them to the light
to see them clearly and
change them in order
to change and better
myself

I must reinforce my willpower
I must make it steel
I cannot do this alone

The heart of creation beats within

Life gives birth to itself every day

to spend this life day dreaming

Walk through the door
You'll never be the same
It closes behind you
Locked shut
You keep walking

first light

first light spreads
across the sky
like wildfire

waking
i find myself among
the living once more

what to do
with this day
with this gift

i listen outside
my window
and hear

the birds sing
their answer
and fly away

i know
they are right
they usually are

daydreaming

Walking through doors
Room to room
Down the hall
Close it
Leave the lock off
In this place
Wandering through dreams
Where love existed
Choices were made
Looking at exit signs
Finding footsteps
Of my previous selves
Fingers move and touch
Down on piano keys
Hearing the weight of heart
This life moving through us
Measuring life by choices
And results
Searching for warmth
As Winter approaches
From a distant place
I can see the outlines
Of everything lost
At last a voice
Speaking softly
Yet I cannot
Hear the words

Morning 7/4/17

I am but one drop of water in the river that flows to the ocean.

Day by day I have been thinking about my existence and searching
for that which can bring meaning and comfort. Regardless of any
belief in life after this life, this life is but a fleeting moment. Meaning
is here but we must understand that the meaning is one we must
create for ourselves. To know that life is a finite gift should impel us
towards greater good, greater love, greater unity amongst all people.
This is not always the case but it should be an aim for us all. This
world does not lack for distractions and division. We must calm
those voices in this world in order to create something closer to the
ideal. The ideal may be always just out of reach but it is there, just
close enough to see and admire. We innately know the good we are
capable of. We can be loving and selfless but how can we grow this
within all? The path of seeking is one without end. What is it we seek?
Is it possible that a malaise of the soul is the underlying thing we are
trying to cure? Perhaps we can sense that the world as we have made
it at the present is one that is not best suited towards promoting the
greater unity that is needed. If we can create a world like this then
it is also within our means to change it for the better. To do so
would be a massive undertaking but it is a possibility. What shape
would this new world take? Of that, I cannot be sure. But fostering
greater dignity and equality would be steps of that world.

Sitting among the faithful believers
Feeling the power of their belief surround me
Letting myself submit to the fervency of their faith
If there is a God then God was there that day
I felt the wind through the canyon
Heard the peaceful rustle of leaves
Love of creation
Creation of Love

I strive to leave myself open to possibility
To hear what silence seeks to say
To embrace the self I know myself to truly be

I let the light of dawn enter
I let the light reflect from me

The slowness and quickness of life
bleed into one another
become one another

Stay Human.

Morning 7/3/17

How can one fully process certain experiences?
I am not speaking of the tragedies of life
and it's heartbreak
I speak of it's moments of harmony and
transcendence that give light
and inspire ways forward

To grow there must be a way forward
To move forward we must plan
and follow through

Morning 7/2/17

I wake and tell myself I am ready
Clearing mind and body
of any clouding substance
Days now of this fasting

These words through my lips
Heart in rhythm to the sound
Chant and connect

It's all in your head
Your thoughts shaped your perspective
Your thoughts create the world

Cycles of Sun and Moon
Tides of the Soul
Passing of time
What wisdom do we nurture

I have found the heart of creation
within you
within myself

Evening 7/1/17

This place is a beginning
This beginning gives birth to steps
These steps leads to a path
This path leads to experience
Those experiences are the journey
and the destination

we came as men and left as gods

everything keeps
      moving and s pin ning
com ingto geth er and pull  ing
apart

Morning 7/1/17

this life
waking us once more
for what
for movement
for forward motion

I'm lost and walking
Hoping to find a sense of place again
Faces I do not know staring back
and looking away
Too busy to care
Alone and walking
Digging through memory
Creating space
If I find you again
will we recognize each other
or walk on by
like everyone else

Is it my heart that is restless or is it my soul?
I am seeking understanding
A center that can hold

Endless mirrors in a hallway of endless doors
Turn the knob Open the door
Walk through

These roads will drive us

These peaks will define the journey but are not the whole of it.

We are waiting still
We are waiting
Years of obscurity
Waiting to have our day

Morning routine bleeds into afternoon laziness
The wheels are still and the car won't move
How soon will you get from there to here
No questions worth asking No answers at all
Place of dashed hopes and new expectations
The sky will eat us all alive Raindrop tears
Pale smile and unsure paths towards anything
Placated fears for now but how long can it last
Mirror mirror can you tell me anything of worth