Mood Swings

What would it feel like to be unknown again? Getting lost in the crowd, Walking through strangers. Restarting who you are, And what you want to be, Breaking through judgments, To make new ones. Redefining your limitations, And the way you perceive yourself. Leaving behind life, as you knew it, To forge a new path. Abandoning the melancholy of routine, Embracing the excitement of the unknown, Fills me with trepidation and hopefulness, Life is at a bend, Waiting to open into new horizons.    

I wonder if I’d be able to follow If it came with an instruction manual This dance of life Between man and woman The subtle interests Hidden meanings and sexual innuendos Reading between lines And pre-empting actions Subtle coaxing Giving in and still keeping ground The cacophony Between attraction and love or both Vulnerability so demanding To cover endless distances And reach unknown destinations No maps and just a journey I wonder if a manual could Put together this crazy dance Would it still work? That’s still another chance

Do broken things fix Maybe they do Maybe they can't Maybe they're meant to be lessons That you won't forget. Do broken things fix When they're irreparably damaged Or can all wounds heal With medicines you didn't know existed And didn't care to find Do broken things fix Or become a clutter you always carry Like a jigsaw with missing pieces Memories best forgotten That you hope fade with time Do broken things fix Without divine intervention A chance of fate That may have broken you in the first place Serendipitous encounters that charmed And leave you wondering If you were always broken x

Lost in the words  And the musky smell of the pages  Wandering in glorious lands  Created by my mind  I walk the journey of imagination Of what could have been Endearing emotions  Of love, sadness, anger and despair Feel beautiful The world stops and time ceases When I walk through those words And wonder if life could be that serene If I could embrace it like a book That I loved reading When anxieties didn't boil over  But excitement brimmed  When the future didn't hold darkness But the thrill of adventure awaited  A travel of exhilaration Than trepidations Life life life  Is best lived when you're writing your own book.

I chase phantoms Fleeting moments of brightness In the darkness of delusion I run behind shadows That are cast from the entity I am I believe in magic But forget it happens to those who believe I seek serendipity Still disregard the goings in my life I try to find meaning In the cacaphony of my mind I seek reassurance That will fulfill my dreams I look for all of it outside And still don't find the trust I know the answers And don't want to believe them I hurt and ache But find no cure I need to find me In these million broken pieces