A myriad of thoughts both good and bad, shallow and deep.
I say to myself, "no, I shouldn't, the fallen need more time."
The Self struggles with loyalties and desires,
Fighting to be normal, fighting to do what's right.
But what is right? Right to alter self for others?
Or right to stay the same? Maybe not, maybe so.

It comes and goes, a sudden urge to bring forth a frown,
A habitual laughter from years of conditioning.
A moment silence for the trajedies, an epiphany for new hopes.
The brightness shine through still,
Through the past, to the present, and into the future,
I find rays of light within the stormy times.