Mr. Brightside

Not a day goes by that I don't enjoy
Wasting time, Getting High
,late nights subside,
Now freeing my mind. Frequently in
search for something more, "Change"
These late nights my soul and I rearrange.
Patiently waiting, I Dream, Ponder
in the distance, thinking of past
decisions, Wondering what's next,
Only time will tell, as well as my Heart
beats abruptly, slowly decreasing as I
gaze unto the Moon and all that it brings
to the night where I am still left Pondering,
Puzzled, scarce feelings of Fright, as I'm
questioning Death, unsure of what's on the
other End or what comes Next. As Nature
embraces me I experience laughter, yet
still left once again wondering what comes
after. These late nights lay me to rest.
Mixed emotions buried deep inside of
this mixed boy, which whom I call Myself.
"Regret", These Dreams seem Deceiving.
I awake at the Sun's view, left hoping for
a meaning, with my eyes focused on the
Light words flow from this pen as i write,
pouring out like blood from a tattered wound,
and thoughts deep within. I walk to an opening
to flee from society, sick of these monsters, and
a government that lies to me. I close my eyes
and make a Deal with Life, allow me to endure
Your Essence, let me enjoy my Time.
I Promise to be all that I can be,
but now in this era that Promise is Me.
Left in this Life of brokenness
I open my eyes with a brighter side.
I myself choose to be FREE.

-Jared Hebert 6-28-0