Things, persons, some are meant to be 

Those things, persons, others are not

Some things make me freeze

Other things make me breathe

Still, others do not

Perhaps its reason

Perhaps its treason

Perhaps its not the season

Perhaps its just  me or he or she  

Now, I definitely do not know, by mayhap, someday I will

Pray tell, pray tell, help me foretell

Help me see underneath this starry sky which is shy before I perish without light

Help me see beneath this stormy wave which is wavy before I grieve in the light

I feel, I feel, I feel, yet, I cannot perceive in this smoky bottle I call home 

I try, and try, and try to rise, to rise, to rise and rise but I can not conceive 

What is it I seek, a purpose in life, a dose of sleep?

something meek? something slick? a freck?

I know not, I know not, but I feel, yes, yes I feel.

I try and try, but I can not conceive, I am in this dull bull of a mock

Nothing I see, nothing, nothing but yes I feel

I am engulfed in a sea of darkness

smoky with smug and rust and dust

This is all I see..great lengths of sadness

Not heights of brightness for nothingness is here

Nothingness will never disappear

Nothingness will never perish

Nor shall I..but never fear for I aim high

Like a solitary bird in flight

Aiming high to do high....