Nathan, 26 november 2011
Like skyscrapers loom in the sky
My goals tower above me, dead eye staring at me
The pressure is ridiculous and I’m sick of it
These lofty goals are ruining me and I can’t reach them
It doesn’t help that over half of them are impossible
I feel like I’m in a cage running in circles
In one of those padded rooms you see in asylums
Just so I don’t do something stupid
Maybe it’s time I make my lofty goals into something else
Maybe possible goals would be a good start.
Nathan, 26 november 2011
Life is not meant to be waited on
It’s meant to be taken advantage of
It’s a gift that shouldn’t be wasted or thrown away
Every breath we take is a display of a miracle happening
Our heart beats to the speed of our life
It’s a built in metronome that is made for a fast pace
Our hearts should be clocking out at max speed
No more waiting for things to fall into our lap
It’s time to make things happen.
Nathan, 23 november 2011
Tiptoeing along the needle I look down
Below me is chaos, despair, and no hope
All it takes is one gust of wind or one push
And I go spiraling down into the pit
My nerves are on a needle are they’re about to snap
Nerves? Actually I got none left, they’re all numb
It’s gone past my nerves and got into my head
The edge of a needle is no place to be.
Nathan, 23 november 2011
Gone is being dismal
Gone is self doubt
Gone are the scares or creeps of life
I’m living now instead of dying
Breathing in life instead of choking out death
From this prison of depression
I’ve made my escape
And I’ve broke free.
Nathan, 22 november 2011
I feel like I’m being stretched way too far
I’m doing all I can but it’s not enough for me
I got this pressure bouncing around inside, causing damage
I’m doing the best I can but I feel like I’m failing
It’s an unreachable goal that can’t be met
I would need to build a tower of Babel to reach it
Even then I don’t think I’d reach it
There’s not enough time and the box is closing in
There’s just too many to let down, to many to let down.
Nathan, 19 november 2011
I hate that smile I have
That fake one when I lie
It tears me up and lets me down
I’m just digging a bigger hole for myself
One that I might not get out of
I gotta get out before it fills in on top of me
This disease called lying is gonna go global
Looks like I caught the pandemic and am among the many.
Nathan, 19 november 2011
As I’m skating down the sidewalk
Listening to my own skateboard
As it click clacks the lines in the sidewalk
I’m rolling through the city, through the night air
I’m at peace, feeling like I’m right where I should be
The city is my playground and I feel like it’s watching me
At night it seems to come alive or is at peace at least
It provides with a rest while I sit on its curbs
Shelter with overhangs of buildings pointing towards the sky
As I skate I know the city watches me
Nathan, 13 november 2011
It’s the most complicated thing ever known
He goes on without sense of bearing of what is
Or what could become of his life
In fact he doesn’t know what has become of his life
Lost in a storm of the century he’s swirling
There is no life raft or no help in sight
No may day and no time for a call of help
It strikes suddenly and without remorse
Welcome to the mind of a shell shocked individual.
Nathan, 13 november 2011
Surrounded on all sides
My fate is watching me, snickering
Hoping I make one misstep that veers me off a cliff
I’m surrounded by it I can’t break out
This prism of fate is all a mind game
The mind game is becoming real however
It’s not blurring its breaking the lines between dream and reality
Soon it’ll break free and have reign over me
Welcome to my prism of fate.
Nathan, 13 november 2011
It’s hardwired into our psyche
Don’t be mad if you fall from life
Even if you fall away many times its part of life
I would know, I’ve fallen and lost sight of everything
But through all of my failures and all my mess-ups
I now know we are meant to fall
We are meant to fall so that when we get back up
We come back stronger than ever to take on whatever
So next time you fall just remember one thing
You’re meant to fall but you will get back up.
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