The Mix-Up

The Mix Up Life is opposite of what we think Some try to find happiness at the bottom of a drink. Others search for glory and fame Only to discover they lived their life in vain. Pain rises up like the setting sun Tying up its laces its ready to run. Searching far and searching wide Forever looking for a place to hide. It doesn’t just fit into any old place It knows no figure, it takes no shape. It crashes and beats along the seashore Waiting for someone to take seriously its roar. Sending out messages loud and clear So simple and concise the wisest can’t hear. Trying to communicate what life has surpressed It’s hard to find words that can accurately express. The raging inside of me sheds no light As the brightness quickly fades to night. So what is this confusion of that I speak It appears to the onlooker as tired and weak. It spreads faster than any rumor It has absolutely no desire to try. It’s aIways posing the question Is it really better to die? But listen oh so closely Hear what it has to say For its surely an invitation To greet a brand new day. This pain doesn’t come to take from you It’s only trying to give. The strongest realization Of how badly you want to live.