What is this?
This is my life
But what is it really?
It's a knife
A kinfe can be used to help
Or to harm
A knife for a life is what
Causes this alarm
For it seems everytime I look at my life and think:
"Wow look at all that water!"
Part of me resides to a:
"It'sll gunna be drunk in the end, so why even bother?"

What is my motivation in life?
Seeing James each day?
Writing a poem?
Preforming the lead in a school play?
The answer is both yes
And at the same time no
yes
They are all a part of this life
Resting and balencing on this steel knife
I both love and look foreward to each
And from all of them I can learn if I allow them to teach
But still there's this dark and resounding no
"No"
my life does not revolve around these flings
It has more meaning than just a few wonderful things

I'm young and I'm changing
My life is always constantly rearanging
I cannot tell you how, idealy, my future will be
But I'll use my past and my present
To help decide for myself, what I'm planning to see
To know that what I do today
Might help me better understand my dreams for tomorrow
Is how I'll make my way
And how I'll pull though all the sorrow

I'm young, I'm restless and I'm changing every second of my
life
Different pictures are now flashing
On what's reflected by that kinfe
No one can know what goes on in my head
Because there are a thousand and one different motives
Behind every word I've ever said
I'm inspired by the moon
The inconstant and everchanging moon
Then I'm inspired by the sun
The systematic yet glorious one
When I cry, I cry for no one reason
Each tear has millions of emotions swimming in it's fathoms
When I smile, I smile for no one reason
Behind every laugh line and dimple
There are causes and reasons for them, each far from simple

Go ahead, try to figure out how I work
Analyze every word, gesture, glance and look
Try to discover and you may find
That this knife is more like a book

If my life is a book
Then I'm filling up each page with confusing plot lines
And unexpected twists
If my life is a book
I'm not sure that my life exists
Because to print this life out onto a page
Is to make up my mind
To choose between calm serenity or intense rage
I'm so complex and confusing that even I can't decide
What I'd choose to keep above the surface
And what I'd choose to plunge benieth and hide
Untill I decide to stick with one reason
One motive
One feeling
One me
Everything I do and say is linked
And everything can be what I want it to be
I can have alternate meanings
I can have strange and mixd feelings
I won't be boring and make up my mind like you
Becasue making up my mind requires me to stop changing it all together
And that I cannot do

I'll keep my life
Like a knife
That can heal or harm
That can assure or alarm
I'll keep my life
As it is now
Untill the next moment
When it changes yet again somehow
 
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