Reset

Nourish my brain

To dampen my sorrow

Make me forget regret

Drum out the pain

With logic to borrow

Reset all my upset

Grief, it takes me

Down its alley

No chance to move or to break

I need a moment

I need your minute

To wash away all my mistakes

We Live as Prompts to Stories

Every evening at a certain time the fates are delivered a prompt, and with that prompt, they make stories that determine our fate. Some stories are full of laughter, some sorrow, and some things that only the gods will laugh at.

Sorrows of Failure in the River of Dreams

Lost in my River of Dreams,

warring against the current that propels me in directions I don’t want to go,

I drown in sorrows of failure, but have glorious breath when my face rises.

I hope to reach a time where air is a given

and dreams become the land where I can walk.

May we all reach that land where we can live out our dreams and not be lost in the river forever. Keep fighting, keep rising for breath, and keep against the current that tries to pull you under.