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Some nights
Are full of frights
And some with mites
That might bite
If you fear a knight
From a meteorite
Some nights
Are full of frights
And some with mites
That might bite
If you fear a knight
From a meteorite
Awareness within
Not looking out
It begins inside
Then pushes its way out
Self propriety and self focus
Creating yourself isn’t selfish
In the pitch black darkness
I find my light
Not one or two or three
But many luminescent colors
Swirl and morph into shapes and objects
Freedom at its finest
Inner thoughts emerge
We were different;
We were different before paying bills
We were different before heartbreak
We were different before going out into the world.
The world;
A matrix of experiences,
When I was a freshman, everybody told me "four years would go by quick"
And there I was three years later as a senior deciding on which college to pick
The night we sat under the stars,
Away from the light
Where the ocean stayed still all around us,
We looked up into the full moon.
Grief befalls thy coated years
While we grasp these salted tears
Great beyond us, forever near
We see and hear those twisted fears
Crying, calling for those thy sweetened chaste
I never believed in fate
Always thought it was fake
Till I met her
She made me realize that it can be true
It's not something people say
Finding the one can be true
Not just another tale people tell
To overcome is hard
For me, the first step was just the start
We were standing about twenty feet apart
I started walking up to them and they put up their guard
