Depressy Poem

Roses painted gold, who am I to be bold?
A chance at luck with a hint of risk, break the rules with a simple kiss.
Time passes, days full of fun,
Separated by rough tides, stranded under the sun.
All alone in your heart I stand; the wind picks up, blown away like sand.
Now a single fish abandoned out by the sea, where to go or what to be?

-James

Dream

Eyes close, heart slows, brain goes...

Off to a world full of insight, where pain and pleasure are a delight...

Light and dark no longer exist, and your hand can live without the fist...

The Yin becomes the Yang, hot becomes cold, and your reflection lives beside you...

Until the time you hear that sound, your brain resumes to the world around...

Bright, agitating, and restless the day begins anew.