[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.The World

In the world over-populated,
In the world too dense,
In the world I am lonely.
I am nothing.

With books and songs,
I try to find where I belong.
Through words and lyrics
I find where home is.

When friends are merely images and figments,
And pretend becomes your life-long style,
You'll find and look at anything for condolences.
Wandering the miles like the drifter I am,
pondering every meanwhile like the loner I am,
Wishing that non-existance existed,
I, alone, find only myself.

In a quest to become part of everyone,
I've found myself inside of someone,
This person is in front of me now,
I smile as she does, she does as I do,
When times aren't so well,
It'll oft' feel like hell.
All the more reason to open your shell!

These eyes I stare with stare back,
When my hand moves I fill her emptiness.
This hand I write with writes back,
When my eyes move I know her fullness.

When you feel as a match in eternal darkness,
Remember that even in darkness, there's air.
Air will feed your flame,
Your flame will burn the dark into light.
Black becomes white,
Darkness becomes light,
Day breaks the night.

When one feels alone, there's no hope.
Though hope is there, it isn't.
When one seals your own envelope
No one can read your letters.

Nothing seems to make it better.

Fool the others with your mask,
Become as false as an actor.
Fool your brothers with your mask,
Become as false as an actor.
What was once anchored is not,
And now, out of control, I am alone.

I wonder, no longer searching.
Hopeless I wait for everything to come to me.

In a world with no space, no sight with out people.
There is no one in the world,
I am alone, I am nothing.

Yet now, I realize how, that my
Hero is everyone's hero; myself.