Thoughts of Purity

“Thoughts of Purity” Hanging by a thread; feet dangling like clothes flapping in the summer breeze Look upon the little things below me ; everything is so tiny when you’re so high Believing that being above all souls will bring me the peace I long to have When it comes to Stephen there is no right or wrong; for all is lost with open eyes Desiring to be the man I set goals to be, failing like the wings of a baby bird learning how to fly Is life really worth your owns words being misconstrued into what they really want to hear Is it the failure in others that drives their insecurity to be boasted by worse failures then their own? Stephen is just a name used to describe the failures of his lost soul floating in the vastness of space The highest peak on earth cannot describe the level of pain that depressed hearts endure For the pain of the depressed isn’t a come and go type of feeling but never ending Seek and you shall find lonely minds scattered like puzzle pieces laid freshly upon a table It’s not just Stephen alone in the spectacle of life, for broken minds stay silent unnoticed in pictures In mountain streams the dreams of normalcy floats away like paper airplanes thrown into the wind Always searching for a hand to grasp to lift a lost soul to stand upon the solid ground Never finding the ears to understand that life’s treasures fall into the hands already rich in comfort Stephen is no longer reaching for steady arms but forgiveness of suicidal thoughts that break his thoughts of purity