My Thoughts Travel Deep Way Into The Abyss.
Somewhere Unreachable, Even If You Persist.
In My Mind I Hold An Algorithm For Love.
One That Rules Out Selfishness, Which Is A Divisive Drug.
And Though It's Not Apparent, I'm Still A Boy And A Dreamer.
One That Is Naive With A Gullible Demeanor.
I Still Believe There's Good In Everyone At Birth.
And That Hatred Seldom And Only Conceived On Earth.
I Still Wish For Things, That I May Never Receive.
Things That Are Self Gratifying, Things That I'll Never Achieve.
I Sometimes Get Sad When I Suppress My Thoughts.
It's As If I'm A Prisoner With An Unlock-able Lock.
Anyways..... Thank You For Reading, It Allows My Mind To Cope
It Gives Me Self Preservation, And The Ability To Hope
