Shallow

You can't fathom the strength,

That comes with strain,
The hold of the universe,

The beauty of things plain.

Mere words we are allowed,

Things with such restraint,

They barely mean much,

And rarely do they not fail.

Intertwined in complexities,

Miserably lacking in faith,

The only thing that moves us,

Are feelings of immediate pain.

Look sharp into the horizon,

Like old romantics,

Watch the dreams soar like beams.
Look past a reflection,

Watch the undercurrents,

Think of all the things they can mean.

As thickness of thought,

And depth of sense fleets away.
Stands a generation,

Talking about a world to change.

Who needs

For a friend who is too beautiful to be ruined by the whims of a man.

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Who needs a man,

To be told that the world goes about you.

Words so hollow, so shallow,

That you can almost see through.

Momentary comforts so few,

That it's worth not even it's due.

Who needs a man,

To come knocking at your door

After every aftermath that rocks his floor.

So he can hold ground and take off,

Until the next time, but he wont stop.

Who needs a man,

To wipe away some tears,

When what caused them to flow,

Is the one that really should fear.

Who needs a man,

When you hold your reins,

When you make the calls,

And you can cause your own pain.

Who needs that man,

When you have your own feet to stand.