The InfiniteWhat kind of word could you use to describeSuch a difficult concept to understandLike the fall of a petal, the set of a sunOr the drop of a curtain on a note from the band?Make it long? ?Make it short? ?Is it easy to spell?When you say it out loud, is it funny or serious?Should it be simple to rhyme and pronounce?Have it easy to grasp or somewhat mysterious?Though some words may exist that attempt to make senseOf this complex idea too hard to explain,They fall short of their purpose and miss some key pointsThat negate that great image they try to obtain.It can't be an "end", for an end happens twice.And it can't be a "finish", for a finish must start.Though you might say a "close", this thing still might be open,And it can't be a "windup" if it's falling apart.You can't say it's the "cutoff", for it could be intact.And "conclusion" implies that something was learned.No, it can't be a "limit" for it might happen sooner.And a "stop" disregards anything that you've earn
There Was a Hole HereThere was a hole herePacked with my hopes and love;It's everything I hold dearAnd all that I'm made ofThere was a hole hereWhere my broken heart once wasAnd everything I've told hereHas blown away like the dust doesThere was a hole hereAnd I believe I'm over the hurtEverything now is so clearMy heartache, as old as the earthThere was a hole hereBut now it's filled upAnd all of my old fearAre the new dreams I'm built of.
For what?For what do we really live for?Every person's life is unique in his or her own different way,But why do we live these lives?Our lives...The life I did not choose, but chose me.Once non-existent, suddenly blooms a tiny being, a 'new' life that will develop, learn and experience many different things in its time.Lives, each filled with sorrow, guilt, jealousy, confusion, pain, love, hate and all other emotions felt.But for what reason do we battle through this obstacle, these 'emotions' - to just be left abandoned and confused? Then, suddenly time blinks and we become nothing.Every moment,Every tear,Every secret.EVERYTHING!Lost.Everything that went with that life slowly becomes non-existent.Probably the only thing we know that life hold in store for each and every one of us is death.It's sad to think we are really only living our naive little lives to just wither and die.
If I Ran the WorldIf I ran the world,there'd be a chicken in every pot --vegetarians'd be shit out of luck.If I ran the world,there would be less governmental red tape --I'd use duct tape to shut up dissenters.If I ran the world,everyone would be equal under law --they just wouldn't be as equal as me.If I ran the world,nobody would have to pay income tax --because I would own half of everything.If I ran the world,I'd shake babies' hands and kiss voters,and give speeches that go something like this:"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, you're in arrears.Four score and seven years ago, I askednot what I could do for you, but what youcould do for me, and holding this to beself-evident, our forefathers stood here,and made me Ruler of the World. Therefore,throw off the shackles, give me your oppressed,your hungry, your ill-at-ease, your hopeless,your unemployed, your disenfranchised lot,and within four score and seven minutes,under my rule, they'll come to rememberevery lousy, miserable thi
Break StuffSometimesI just want to break stufflike Limp BizkitBut then I stop myselfBecause Limp Bizkit sucks
Through the Eyes of a TeenagerEveryday passesReminding me of lessons to be learnedOpportunities pass me by,Showing things to be earnedI do not know life as an adult sees it,Only as a child and a teenI can only guess what life is meant to be,Based on what I've seenToday I learned of love,And the pain that I may bearYou can never know a person's truth,Behind the masks they wear.I don't know the meaning of love,Or why it is never true.I'm unsure of so many things these days,I know less then I thought I knewI find it's getting difficult,To distinguish bad from good.Although it sounds clicheI'm a child misunderstoodI need to move on from the past that hurts,Move to heaven from this hell.I need to stand up to othersand to myself as well.I don't know how to tell,A good friend from a badWe talk behind each other's backsRunning from the trust we had.When I stare into the mirror, I seeThings I could deny, A fear ofConfrontation, I can no longerLook myself in the eye.If everybody has to go, thr