How Lovely It Is

People all around.
The one you hope.
Not fully there.
Only half spirit, half heart.
No one really caring it seems.
New thoughts flooding your head.
Whether they be good or bad,
depends on the person.

Driving too fast for the road.
Blasting music, having no care.
Getting trapped in the canyon.
BEST THING.
No one around.
No disturbances.
No nothing.
Just wide open space and your thoughts.

The moment only get ruins when you are rescued.
They take you away from your safe haven.
Having no idea what is has done for you.
What it has done for your insides.

It has been eye-opening.
"A Whole New World" so Aladdin would say.

Although chilled to the bone and feeling lonely,
You still walk through the day,
going through the motions,
smiling for the sake of others.
Being ignored.
Not wanting to do it.
Forcing yourself to talk with people,
Walking yourself through a conversation,
"Now say this Sydney." "Good. Now reply."

Still living happily. Never ceasing to give up.
No matter how easy it may be, NEVER.