Chances fading now...

Blinded by the sunlight, tickled by the breeze, and inspired by the rhythm of a heartbeat I stand here. My focus is fading. I see everything, yet I see nothing. I know nothing, but I'm slowly learning that to know nothing is the equivalent of knowing everything. And knowing everything, is pure stupidity. And that revelation is enough to shove my knowledge to understanding. And understanding to experience. And before I know it, the rhythmic inspiration becomes mental comprehension. And finally physical action. Suddenly I'm gone. Lost in the groove, moving interchangeably with the breathtaking ribbon that binds the unruly curls of life. As we embrace I long to make time stand still if only for a brief period so that I may remain in this moment just a little longer. Coming or going, moving or still, silence seems so loud, and noise seems to hushed, up is down, and down is up, here is there, but there is no where, words are meaningless, and minds are simply ironing boards of the crumpling of indecision. But hearts... The heartbeat is like a song on my heart, the perfect verse over a tight beat, I no longer have to search for the truth in the midst of lies, or see the forest through the trees, instead I see things for what they really are. Every word, thought, lie, truth, every smile that should've been a tear, and cries let out that were really laughs... It all makes perfect sense now, the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly together create a scenic panorama that encircles my whole existence, it spins around, faster and faster. I love it, yet I hate it. spinning, faster, spinning. I finally understand, yet its too much. faster, spinning, faster. I want it, all of it... I have it, I'll keep it, I'm never letting go. spinning. I'm getting dizzy. spinning. Slow down. spinning. Please, I'm getting sick. spinning. I need it. spinning. I gotta have it. spinning. I got it. spinning. Thank you! spinning. spinning. spinning. I fall... Breaking the embrace. Losing the rhythm. The action ceases. The comprehension is lost. And knowledge once again means nothing. the spinning stops.

What's the point in giving me the world, if you won't give me your heart?