an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind

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I'v learned in school how people wear masks,
They make it difficult to complete daily tasks.
when i wear these masks its who i want to be,
the real me is what i don't want people to see.
i may seem like a happy go lucky kind of guy,
theres days where i could just break down and cry.
Most days i feel like i have so much to give,
other days i feel as if its impossible to live.
Some people have their lives so figured out,
others already have a designated route.
Me on the other hand have no true path,
i do things without considering the aftermath.
when this happens it ends in broken hearts,
which is something you cant repair with old parts.
im tired of trying to be something im not,
so Ill give this lifetime everything i got.


The Perfect Dream

climbing into an ice box of a car.. turning on my music as loud as it goes. driving very impatiently. the focus and anticipation grows immensely. arriving ar a quarter to 7 in the AM. out of the car, into the ice box known as the Gondola. readying myself for the unknown adventures that lay ahead. slowly rising through the bush and snow. music in my helmet blasting into my head leaving me to forget all other worries in the world. except one. how much longer. nearing the half way point of my journey. boots tied. jacket zipped. goggles on. finally, the top. stepping out of that ice box onto the crisp, fresh layer of cold, undeniable snow. smelling nothing but fresh outdoors. small hint of exhaust in the air from the snow mobiles being ran that day. once again.. another journey to the top of the mountain. slamming my foot into the right binding and strapping it in. nice and tight with the leash around my leg. sliding up to the chair lift to commence my ascent to the top of the mountain. my turn, as i load up into the chair lift give everything one last check to make sure everything is zipped and secure. finally.. as anticipation grows even more intensely than before. i can see nothing but great outdoors, and miles and miles of white fresh mountain peaks in the distance. At Last!.. The Top!.. sitting down on the cold wet snow to latch up my left side binding. standing at the top of the mountain. 75,000 ft above sea level. strapped into my board. never letting go.
this is my dream.

I WANNA BE YOUR LAST FIRST KISS