• Lying there on the floor.
    Music playing in the back round.
    Above me,
    My cheap plastic star covered ceiling
    Only continued to stare resolutely back.
    My mouth mumbling the words to songs
    That I didn't really know.
    Questions are reforming.
    Why do I feel this way
    What do I need to do
    Which is the right path
    What is right in this world





    Our lives are based off morals,
    But morals are only the rules of men.
    Rules can change.
    Rules do change.
    Sometimes for the better.
    And other times for the worst.





    What is to become of the world,
    Of the country,
    Of me


    And this power,
    This passion.
    How do I harness it
    How do I control it
    Frustrations are building.
    I don't understand.
    Where is the truth
    Why does it hide
    Is it so dreadful?
    Truth is Power.




    The sun peaks in through my window,
    Shining brightly on my face.
    I drag myself away from my thoughts,
    Get up,
    And go make my younger brother dinner.