A Mind, Built of Idle Ponders

There is a hope that fears
The prospect of failing,
And a lingering fear
Hoping to endure.

There is a thought that
Never seems to get lost,
And another that thinks
Of not existing.

There is a dream
That dreams of sleeping,
And yet another
Certain of its existence.

There are humble minds
Built of broken dreams,
And pretentious dreams
Built of broken minds.

There is a mind
Seeking
Its inner limits
Outside.

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the great times that i've never had
and the lonely days that i've always spent
the great emotions that i do not feel
and the unknown moments
stored peacefully in my head.

i don't know what i want
i've given up on all hope
the ackward silence that follows
and does not leave me alone
i don't know what makes me happy anymore.

Flying Japan

Going on a long journey
Over the Pacific Ocean
Contemplating on the fact
That I will soon arrive
To the Eternal Land
Of the Rising Sun.

Lost in a sea of new faces
Only real solution
Seeing this new culture
Trying to comprehend.

Finally touched land
Occupied with relief
Understanding the signs
No one in sight
Dreaming.