Philosopher's Pen

If you have felt sad and thought life is meaningless If you have felt so down that you wished you died If you have ever felt time crawl and the pain in your heart never go Then you have felt what someone who is mentally unwell feels If you have felt scared And wished that the ground would open up and swallow you If you have felt like the whole world is looking at you with gnawing eyes Like the eyes are eating your flesh a way You have felt what someone with mental illness feels If you have felt too happy Then suddenly too sad for no reason If you have felt that no one can understand what you are going through If you have felt the happiness scare you and the sadness cut through you You have felt what a mentally ill person feels If you have felt out of your own control And the desires of your heart are out of your will You feel too weak against compulsion That bottle of liquor having more attraction than your strength to resist You try to keep

I stayed awake because I had a dream A dream that would never let me sleep A dream to be as great if not greater than the men I admired A dream to inspire a greater greatness than I would ever achieve I stayed awake because I had a dream A dream to speak to the world in words they would never forget A dream to be remembered among the sages of ages A dream to live more than an ordinary life A dream to inspire a greatness than I would ever achieve I stayed awake because I had a dream A dream to be a miracle A dream to heal wounded souls A dream to light broken bones A dream to wake life in dead dreams A dream to inspire greatness than I would ever achieve I stayed awake because I had a dream I stayed awake because I believed in the dream I stayed awake because I was walking the lonely path to the dream I stayed awake and dreamed of inspiring in someone else a greater greatness than I would ever achieve

It doesn’t have to be a perfect world With perfect humans, perfect climate and perfect times It doesn’t have to be perfect world With perfect love It just hast to be the world to be perfect They just have to be humans, climate and times we try to make perfect There have to be days we cry so that we treasure the memories of days we laugh There have to be days we fight to aspire for days we have peace There has be reasons to despair for us to know the audacity of hope There has to be a reason to doubt To appreciate the beauty of faith It has to be imperfect to aspire for the perfect Deep inside the seemingly imperfect There is a completely perfect