Freeflowing Fall Into Oblivion

This feeling, how do I begin to explain it…? Can I do it? I don’t believe that I can, but its still too early to give up. However, continuing on like this is impossible. So, I will throw away these emotions. I can’t see any possible answers... Probably because there aren’t any. So, this is the end, there is no need to prepare for a goodbye, because I’m happy, even now. Things will turn out well, I just get that idea. And do not pity that which does not need pity, this is the way of life.

The white layer on the chalkboard hides the brilliance of the lighting,
Blurring the black finish that is hidden beneath
Temptation fills me as I reach my finger toward the dust to gather some,
But reason and maturity holds me back, stopping me from moving.

Where did I put my own self, when did I throw that away, I am not sure,
Looking for an answer, I search within myself, and in the world around me,
Even looking through the files that lie inside that hard disk beneath this keyboard
This empty shell of existence that I have left behind.

They say human beings are special, that we aren’t like other animals.
But the only difference I see is the ability to show our emotions and communication,
It is not that we are special, it is that we perceive ourselves to be special.
People call each other names, names when applied to our race become true.

Assumptions of life are made every day, that is the way we are.
People who say that they don’t judge people a cover are liars,
They hide the truth, but in reality, every person does it,
The true expression of character starts from our own views of ourselves.

People cannot be perfect, there is no way we can be perfect when our nature is imperfect.
Design is merely an idea and a guideline to be followed,
No road is meant to be paved exactly how it was planned, changes did happen
And these changes are from acceptance of fact.

If human’s could just accept their imperfections
And move on toward something they believed to be correct
Then maybe, this race still has some left in it
Because I for one, have left, what remains, is my barrier.

Secluded. Hidden away. Excluded.
People perceive these things to be the same thing when actually,
They are all extremely different; they are different approaches to the same thing.
Seclusion is to be left to one’s materials, hidden away shows a feeling of being alone
And exclusion is the forcible destruction of a person’s team oriented emotions.
Nothing is a problem, as long as you choose to do it yourself.