The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people

Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far