late night

singing,

where i am

isn't where i've been

who i am

isn't who i've been

early morning

dreaming,

where i should be

isn't where i am

who i should be next to?

well, that answer is you.

past

remember that time that i loved you?

it was like sparkling wine.

.

imperfection and perfection collide

when hate and love walk side by side

one is swept away while the other doesn't care

love drowns

hate lives

and you are with all of your problems that are left to sift

can't rescue what's already been lost

but you'd rather go back and would get there at all costs

toto, we're not in kansas anymore

wish i could tell

what i lost when i looked down that well

lost all my hopes

lost all my dreams

and all of it so very seems

to be unrealistic

masochistic

and lacking in certain characteristics

wish i could say

how i got so lost, how i got this way

lost all my thoughts

lost all my directions

and all of it seems to be so thrown out of perspective

like a kaleidoscope 

i should have suspected ( the worst )

wish i knew

which road to pick

the red or the yellow brick

walk with a lion, or the one with the broomstick

i'm the lost one in the ruby slippers

and i'm afraid i'm losing my grip.

summer is the beginning of all wonders

the start of summer

is never a bummer

hope is set out to sea

and here you are 

waiting for me

get ready, we're going sailing

this is summer 

so we're not going to think about our failing (grades)

wish this day would never end

sunshine and the smell of the ocean

fill up to the brim of my emotions

i want to live up north

when the sun never really sets

it just goes back and forth.

summer is when humanity truly feels alive.

all of our problems are left when we jump off and dive (into the water)

oh, dear summer i wish you could stay just a little bit longer.

cease to exist

imperfect,unfaithful.

ruined and deceased

is this all you think of me?

this one little piece?

how am i to be judged

sentenced to death

or banished to the depths?

i choose neither

i cease to exist.

and with that, i hold onto.

A new shift

A new direction

I hope to dream

that things will change this second

I wait to see

the new things in store

I think to believe

That God will open up another door

for me to walk into.

I'd love to wish

that what I want

would just come through that door.

So many times has my heart

been trampled on that floor.

So hard to believe.

So hard to see.

I dream to hope

that what I dream

will come into being.

[but I pray to hear

a voice to say

"never give up

what I gave you to dream.

Dream of hope,

and soon you will see."]