The Poet Enters

I think in my struggle to fight emptiness, I have found only loneliness.

Let me dwell quietly in peace, and surround me with comfort. I have fought many unnecessary battles and have grown weary in the struggle.  

We all have questions and deserve the truth and the facts; however, people who have neither guilt nor remorse may not provide the answers.

Sometimes your hopes fade into the distance; maybe there is just a curve in the road.

I want to enjoy my life and have fun every so often, but if I don't share any of it, or help others, it would seem very shallow. What do you think?

We can't get our time back, and some people don't seem to care; our lives intertwine, and shared time should be mutually beneficial.

We try to take things at face value, and work with those assumptions; on occasion, we may have to re-evaluate the information we were provided.

What we want and what we get in reality are often very different; however, what's worse is that sometimes we don't even see reality correctly.