The Choice We Choose to Complicate

Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Chest clutching; breaths are harder.
Is this how it feels to get a little older?
Uncertainty creeps around every corner,
but it's time now to get a little bolder.

Thoughts keep racing through my brain
then others add their own two cents.
And all I want is to try and stay sane
while projecting the saneness to you,
but with influences it's hard to maintain.

I want to do right every single time.
When I trip I feel like I must've failed.
It's hard to remember mistakes are fine
so long as I learn from their lessons
and realize that these mistakes are mine.

Life is no storybook; the ending's unclear,
but it's up to you to keep trying. For you'll
never know success unless you persevere.
It's a simple choice we choose to complicate:

Happiness or for our failures a constant tear

Master Plan

It kills me that I can't save her.
It fills me with sadness and anger.
She shuns me, telling me lies
but I can see the pain in her eyes.

It kills me that I can't be her rock.
It stills me when I can't break her lock.
She tells me it'll all be okay
but I know life gets harder everyday.

One day, I'll master my master plan
and my superwoman will have her superman.

The Day I Met You

I close my eyes
and you're all I see.
My thoughts, my dreams,
my reality.

When you're far,
my poor heart aches.
It's yours, protect it,
for goodness sakes.

Nobody more real,
no vision more true.
I learned to be happy
the day I met you.

Lost in my dirty mind,
it's time to come clean.
If my heart was a school

you would be its dean.