Underline of You

Shy on the light,

Lonesome on the dark,

But the middle of rings,

Is the solitary things,

That make our hearts run wild,

For Romeo,

His Juliet,

A lover,

For another,

The world goes on,

We meet others in the same bind as us,

And we keep going,

Rushing,

Skipping, 

Leaping,

Crying,

Sadly there is crying too.

In a dimension of this one,

Or in another dimension,

Where our thoughts,

Take over our minds,

And take control of how we feel and how we look.

That sort of world,

Created by our past selves,

Would be a recollection of,

Wonders,

Dreams,

Nightmares,

Creative Ideals,

That would end up to a 50/50 coin,

Heads would rather take the high road,

And tails the other,

There is always a path that is opposing the other,

Always opposite terms,

But the love of the earth,

And everyone on it,

Is surely a blessing.

In a creative maze,

That uses a point system,

In tactics,

In life,

In the movies that we so much enjoy,

In the games that we play,

In the classes we take to be schooled or to school others,

In the things that we taught or got taught,

In homework that puzzles us,

In the things that happen during the day and we are still unsure of why they happened,

Why are we hated,

Is it our fate,

Is it our solid ideal, 

Is it something that I cannot process yet in my mind and that must go down on paper,

Cause it truly terrifies me,

In how much I think,

Overthink,

Under-think,

Sometimes even re-think things that have not yet happened yet,

Or there are days where I say to myself,

Why am I not thinking today,

And I think that thinking is something that I could do without,

Because a heart has misery,

Sadness,

Joy,

Happiness,

Passion,

And comfort that lies under it all,

The way to comfort a person,

Show them your heart,

Show them the side of you no one has seen before,

Show the calming nature you possess,

Show the under line of you.