"Within"

The bricks of my cognitive state,
constantly at war with a world full of love and hate.
Yet, the poetic echoes in the hallway of my sanity,
are like lit candles with vanilla aroma as i write literal components.
Papers dripping with hot words, i write such verses.
Confident in my spirit man, i reach all persons.
The skylight to a piece of art,
structured to fall from inevitable plains into my heart.

I traveled in the dark to see the light,
I held my peace during trials and tribulations as i balled my fists tight.
There is no room for barking when I'm ready to fight!
When i pick up a pen i awake the galactic spectrum,
Verses that can translate Neptune!
"Everybody dies but not everybody lives"
One of the truest quotes, a man could ever give!
But how can you define life and death without all the heartbeats and breath until its nothing left?
Like the four seasons that always complete their quest.

I'm on a track that trains don't run,
I'm in a sky never seen by the sun.
Although one is a number,
Sometimes i feel like no one!
But on the other side of the coin I'm cashing in,
On all the love i get and all of my forgiven sins.
Chalking up all of my loses and hugging my wins!
Take Nothing for granted that's why i only write from within.