Reality

It's you and me, moving at the speed of light through our reality of unforeseeable dangers and known unknown sadness. We all know that forever and eternity await us at the end, and I'll take you there. It seems I've waited my whole life just to meet you and do this. It feels like our love is on a whole new level than those around us, and happiness is just a smile away. Everyone is afraid to fall and that's why holding each other prevents this. Falling together is the only other option; and when we hit the bottom; you'll still be my beautiful lady; amongst the dirt and gravel of our shattered choices and mistakes; if we can bear with the pain, we can make it to infinity.

But how in a world where people aren't capable of watching the smallest of leaves sway in the wind, the ripples on the surface of the water, the cracking and trembling of the world beneath their own feet; am I suppose to take a step and not leave others behind? These impossible choices that someone should not have to make, these life altering places that a person shouldn't have to be; the simplistic idea that the world revolves around me and that the entire fate of the human race and all others rests on my shoulders, are a daily reminder that I am meant for something more than what I do.

As a man walks through his days, constantly barraged with the denial of his family and friends, nothing he says ever is the right answer or invokes any sort of positive emotion. These days bend and twist his beliefs until he is no longer capable of the miracles that he was so accustomed to making. When every last person, although friendly and loving to his face, keeps a secret so they never truly mean what they say. And each and every night he goes to sleep and wakes up to a different reality that even more negative. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse; right?

Broken on the inside; cracked on the out. A record of responses, and moods is all I am. I'll drown out here in this ocean not made of my tears, but of the tears of the world around me; the sweat of their labor. Who will save me? Would you just say that you'll save me or will you actually lend your hand? Will you then let me lean on you to get back on my feet?

I'm lost. Find me.