Moondrops.

Dear fate perched top the midnight hour
Voiceless whispers drift and ears do cower
Cruel summer season winds come haste;
O'er yonder where lull'd hearts can taste-
dew drops that hath caressed thy rosy apple cheek
Alas, Cheshire cat's vast wisdom- mind's eye doth seek

Enlightened doe eyes with knowledge gleamed bright;
Hidden 'neath emotions of young pup's plight
Thy prayers await eternity betwixt and between,
patience, let time go 'head alas seem too keen-
for something, nothing, infinity, oblivion- filled void
Boredom's fascination, destiny toyed

<3Dil.

Time to have a philosophical look at life again.
I'm stuck between two extremes in my current emotional and rational state of mind. How I look at it right now, life can be taken　one of two ways; Don't take things so seriously, I mean there's really no point in getting stressed about your path in life and your achievements and contributions because well, you're not going to get out alive now are you? No one does. So, just have fun and enjoy yourself. The other way I see it, is more of a pessimistic point of looking at it. What's the fucking point in anything? Why bother even getting out of my bed in the morning when I'm just going to get let down?
Either way, I can't help myself from laughing at people that get so over worked about making sure their life is on track. Getting good grades, getting into a good school, getting the good job, getting the good spouse, getting the good house, getting the good up-to-date technology. I guess, if that makes you happy, but most likely you just get stressed trying to keep on top of it all. Does it give your life meaning?
Riding the GO train at 8am in the morning just verifies my thoughts. looking at the sea of black, grey, and navy blue suits with their brief cases, fingers tapping away on their black, grey, or navy blue blackberry phones - The uniform of society. One thought very predominantly painted on their faces: "I hate my life.".
It's quite true that right now I hate the world, and humanity. But, tomorrow I'll probably love it. I enjoy these extremes, and makes me colourful, I think.
That is all. Actually, there's more things running through my head but I'm having trouble coherently expressing them. So, I'll leave it at that.

<3Dil.

Do crabs dream of puppy dogs?

Nice to meet you,
I’m a crab.
I scurry along the beach.
I don’t know to where.
But, off I go.
Sorry if I pinch you.
Don’t get too close, now.
I’m really quite sensitive, you know.
But after-all, I don’t want to be hurt.

The waves are too close.
In and out.
Back and forth.
But, isn’t that what it always is?
A big fucking rollercoaster?
But, I don’t rightly know, now do I?
I’m just a crab.
I don’t know what a rollercoaster is, nor the usage of "fuck".
All I know, is that these waves are coming really fast now.

This wild sea may sweep me away at any moment.
I’ll try not to lose my head, this time.
I could be safe and sound, with my legs in the ground.
What I’m trying to say is –
It could be good.
Real good.
Or, it could be bad.
Real bad.

A wave just hit me just then, but, I’m still standing.
Although, I don’t have much faith anymore.
It soon will pass,
it always does.
And then I go back to doing what I do best –
Just surviving.

But…

Then, I open my eyes.
I awake from the dream of the serene beach.
I just realized something-
turns out, I’m not a crab at all.
I’m just a loyal, trusting puppy dog,
and it’s time for my lunch.

(Okay, so I didn't use any fancy vocabulary, or really any style at all. But, I really like this one. A lot. For many reasons. :) )

<3Dil.