Random Poetry

The words echo in my head, they keep telling me what is right and wrong, but when I really need them they stop instead.
My heart aches for a certain clarity, hoping that one day everything I am working for does not end up in catastrophe.
I wake up to a new set of words every morning, a new set of awkwardness that has followed me when I first started learning.
About what I ask myself day in and day out, my mind is still seeing, still teaching itself not to surrender in the first bout.
The first round of life, the second I have yet to discover, and the transition between them have made me wonder.
What to believe in anymore, what to hold on to anymore, how sure can you be that what you are fighting for is yours for sure.
I see so much now that was blind to me before, the people I pass by sing a different tune to my ear, the words scramble a thought so unclear that has me beaten to my core.
How fair is this place, when death is so near yet so far, a life so short a life as delicate as lace.
Love is not a puzzle but a clarity so rare, the teardrops flow from the heart as if it had a tear.
How can our minds be so strong, our hearts so soft, our thoughts so long.
How do we decipher these words that we hear, how do we interpret why someone has put us here.
I think these things, all day, all night, and every time I have to light a new light.
For the old one has burned out, the words have no meaning, no end, and none of them you can shout.
So what do I see when I see the future and what it could be, the future is never there for me, because like the stars and the people I can only do what I see and by then the future will be what it should be.