It's a typical syndrome of an inadequate failure.
Disperse equally upon the fragmented highway,
Divide and expire past the pole and into the crimson river.
Continuous disease lost within the web of chaotic nightmares and allusions.

Blinded by lack thereof and awaked by a higher being,
Confused by a spin top world and enlightened by caring friends,
Frightened by claws, night and demons, courageous through love and support.
Bound and free, captive and loose, contradictions and similarities.

However possible I am ironically with that duo.
With mind numbing dexterity they crafted a broken vase.
Elbow deep in a plethora of fear and abuse, they mend and append.
Compassion number one, I take pride and I take blame.

A metallic scythe slices thru the air, night dew trailing.
A black robe follows it, though the roles are truly reversed.
Flowers droop down, and the light of life extinguishes, vanishing in a fading breath.
Words that bring fear to the bravest soul, and bring laughter to the dumbest.

Apologies are as lost as the thoughts of safety and assurance.
Unspoken as true love, and equally as meant, they still stumble away.
Lost deep within the fairy tale wilderness, the words fall headfirst.
Deep within the belly of a ravenous worm, they tumble forever.

Time to release anyway, time to let the big boy run off.
Run off to play with the superficial toys and friends.
Let the little boy be alone, where he can think and cry.
Watch the eyes as the pressure builds up, and the fighting proves futile.

As free flowing as spring rain, the tears run full down my cheek.
They gather up speed, along the well-known terrain.
Speeding down the grooves that have been born from overuse.
Sightless by arrogance, they fall off and join their brethren forever.

A fresh leaf falls from a tree, released on good intentions.
Free falling for a few feet, it loops and spins, loving its life.
Oblivious to the tape that is forever stuck in fast-forward.
It reaches a few high moments, only to be hit and fall lifeless to the ground.

Innocent and true are just words, not the insurance people hold on to.
Friends and happiness over all is what matters, and what is valid.
A check written with the first pair would be as quickly bounced as taken away.
Let the latter be the currency that you spend in your life, and live on that.

Advice from the elder is appreciated because its advice from the wise.
To be wise one must experience, to experience one must hurt.
To recover one must never stay down too long.
To love and appreciate is to never be knocked down.

One percent of me seems wise, ninety-nine seems idiotic.
The wise part of me looks up, and looks around.
The wise part of me thanks three sets for everything.
Two thanks shoot straight forward into the air, the last to the sides.

Redundancy is a common play that is performed on the stage.
As bored as I become, I am forced to watch the same thing over and over.
By now I should be able to foresee and prevent, yet the ninety-nine percent kicks in.
I am as worthless as a newborn at these times, with equal potential.

Drawing everything up in my mental pad, I find all my thoughts.
They could all be summed in one circle, a full circle.
Drawing everything together I gather that I am thankful.
More than anything I know to appreciate and to cherish.

Thanks to the letters that reside together.
Thanks to those two that reside together.
Thanks to those two that look down after me.
Thanks to everyone who cares and knows.

All I can say, is I'm sorry, and I'm thankful.