Stepping On Hearts


It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me


They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending


The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me


The Present

This journey is already epic
Everything you are yearning for is waiting for you
In the shadows
Shine your light
Take what’s yours

Love every second of this path
Take stock of the miracles, big and small
Life is a precious gift
Remember that, a gift
Accept it for what it is


Preface to Clarity

Preface to clarity is confusion

As these specs of existence flutter past me

Blurred purpose, lacking luster

My shine, my glow, all I know that is good

Crumples in a slight airy breath


Welcome, you come with a bounty

Of course there’s a price

It goes way further than just being pouty