(**The first part was written in 2004. I was a 17-year-old junior in high school.)

(**The second part was written between 10/22 & 1/23. I'm not a 17-year-old junior in high school anymore!)

Beyond this point

I cannot see.

All I can do is hope for great things.

A future so bright, with goals well-kept.

I've started my life, and I am not finished yet.

I have haters. I know.

But no sleep I lose.

Over them? Of course not!

It's good friends I choose.

Beyond this point.

I cannot see,

what the future holds for me....

By God, I want to do right!

For his hands hold my life.

I know I'm not a perfect person,

But should the world judge?

To me, they're not worth it!

Worth what? You might ask.

Well, the heartache and pain.

Letting the world bring you down,

puts your life to shame.

We need courage,

prosperity, to set us a flight.

For I want to fly higher,

fly left,

not right.

The right way to us, see, is usually the wrong,

But in my future, I want no wrong turns.

I want to fall, and get up, without the brush burns.

Beyond this point.

I cannot debate.

What will my life be like?

Will it be great?

You don't know, so please don't hate.

I don't know either,

guess we'll just have to wait.

19 YEARS LATER...

So,

I made it here...

Beyond that point. Such hope for those great things.

Once blind, I thought I could not see… Beyond in front of me.

A future that was pre-envisioned,

so long ago it seems…

Adjustments, post-made overtime… Goal-set missions to complete.

Not one of them completely mine…

Yet took the life of me.

Beyond the point. Were their broken hearts and mourning constantly.

Spirits beyond, cry shattered hosts.

For sober longing dreams.

Soul swapped with liquid, bottled, drops of Satan's unclean drinks.

How incomplete the missionaries,

a twist of fate in time.

Destruction to a destiny,

man took pure from a child.

Yet here I am. I'm at this point.

All still seems so worthwhile…

Ghosts of past lifetimes hold no muse.

I should have gone to trial!

You have to want to go.

Beyond that point.

Unknown, neglected child...

False hopes will linger…

dreams now dreamt…

No life inside of you.

& Will the nightmares prowl?

Beyond a point of No return…Slick demons take their bow.

The haters distant,

much closer now…

Family equals disgrace somehow…

You have some things you had to face.

Beyond the point envisioned...

Erase the guilt of self-inflictions.

The time for new decisions.

Don't know who else to blame…for what??? A senseful intuition.

You toss and turn for losing sleep.

Lost friendships. Did I mention?

How the fuck did I come this far??? So far in so much pain?

Beyond the point of falling stars.

Beyond the suffering.

In a world where I got lost.

Almost took my own… For what?

You might ask. What was really the cause?

Escaping the failure, my misery tossed...

Or suffering from such massive loss?

It's nowhere further than this point, I should have gone.

We plan so far beyond us.

When steps before are getting lost.

So far beyond this point is gone.

Therefore, I won't debate…

This point right here is getting great.

Pointless beyond plans must now wait…. This point beyond?

What fate could place? A near distant time and space.

No trails behind,

Would I realign.

Could I escape, or await the great?

Is it too late?

It’s at that point, where I don’t even know.

& You don’t either. Beyond this point.

Guess we still wait…