Qualia.

Take a moment, look deep down your eyes.
You’ve lost to your cravings, steep down the line.
The world could stop, to kiss the eternity,
And you could fall down, deep to serenity.

Wear your own shoes , look all around you,
You’ve got no strong threads to climb about to.
Your peers, your family and all of your cheers,
Do not see the cause that is causing the tears.

As you write the ballad that strives from your fears,
You fail to witness, the world to your dears.
Through all the cries that a burning soul shears,
None yet of strength for passion to sear.

The waves dont stop, The waters dont simmer
The qualms don’t calm , you’ll still feel a sinner.
All those loving hands that just let you go.
All those burning hearts that you could just hold.

To fit , to fill, to try to merge in,
Maybe you need is a moment to think.

To Father, to Mother, one smiling brother,
The gathering to whom you completed home.
My peers , My cheers, My fantasy heirs,
The tiny abode that once meant you heaven.

To fall down this structure, To lie down drop-dead.
To kill one part of each soul that you dwell.
To challenge the Gods and lose to the devil,
To let go of things, To tear away bonds.

Under that skin of failure’s true glory,
Deep is a spirit with passion and hope.
Deep is a spirit with love over loss,
Deep is a spirit that’s stronger to force.

Should one day of sore curse for a life?
Should one tiny stone, step you to fall?
For people around you, they survive rocks,
To keep life together, stern through all pops.

This is just human, this is no flaw.
Beauty don’t rise, from roads that are raw.
If love could cover, the hate and the crime,
Love could too heal, to deal a lifetime.

Open your eyes. Step back that ledge.
Use this misery, to go through that fire.
Fly around with unblemished eyes,
And for each of your shoes- wear ones of size.

La Vie Est Belle.