if

Justin Bieber - All Around The World ft. Ludacris

if i could make it through 

just one more night,

without a hitch,

without a fight,

and with my eyes see

dawns first light,

i think i may

i think i might,

have the chance

to make things right.

but if is such an iffy word,

i know that that sounds

quite absurd,

but if i make it,

and if i can,

i know i'll be 

a better man.

for no one can withstand a night

when all around them

but nowhere in sight

is any hope,

or anyone

to ease their minds

of what's about to come.

everyone deserves

a second chance,

no matter what 

the circumstance.

no one can control their fate

for evil lurks 

and shows it's hate.

don't close your eyes,

don't look away,

to win this war,

you must be brave.

it isn't easy,

but now's the time

stand up,

be strong,

as your worlds collide.

as i have learned,

unfortunately,

we're all alone

in this world that's

a catastrophe.

so if you make it

through this night,

i wish you may,

i wish you might,

make it through

and with delight

look back on it,

                            another night.
for all around the world, people want to be loved...given a second chance to prove that above all, without speculate, they have someone to lean on, a chance to redeem and a way to get through, even the worst of times...

give someone a chance.

 

personality failure

when all else fails,
he told himself,
he would always have his personality that,
never seemed to fail him.
since he was a kid,
the moment he opened his mouth,
people listened, intently.
they laughed, and covered thier mouths,
never knowing exactly what to expect next to come out of his lips.
what insane thing would he conjure up next?
most of the time the things he said
didn't even make sense...
but in the context they were delivered
he always hit the mark with everyone listening.
but today,
for no unseen reason,
all of that was about to change...

a new day

and as if by coincidence or surprise, he wasn't sure,
but when his eyes opened up still in his bed,
he looked around, quickly,
for something different seemed like it had taken place.
not sure what it was exactly,
his blurred eyes cris crossed the room,
examining every last inch of it
as fast as he could,
for he didn't want whatever it was that had changed the atmosphere,
to get away.
but it was too late,
it was gone.
he was chilled, and so he reached for the blanket which was, when he fell asleep,
pulled up over his chest,
but now, was down just covering his crotch...
goosebumps traveled up his thighs and down his arms.
he felt the cold air from outside lightly brush through his hair,
and it was at once refreshing, and soothing.
whatever it was that had changed in the how ever many hours he was asleep,
was something good,
something needed,
something fresh, and he somehow knew that it was right.

groggily he got himself out of bed,
and into the kitchen where he made a pot of coffee, and then
ran to the bathroom to take his morning piss.
when he finished, he threw cold wter over his face,
and when his eyes met his face in the mirror,
he was a little relieved and slightly shocked
at just how handsome and, somehow, well rested he looked.
what the fuck happened? he wondered.
and as he sauntered into the kitchen to pour himself his first cup of coffee,
it hit him,
almost out of the blue,
and without any reason...
it didn't really matter what happened, did it?
he felt better than he had in weeks,
his body, though achy, was more erect,
and his spirit seemed more jovial.
whatever it was,
it was good.
and as he sipped his coffee and cheked his emails,
he decided to just go with it,
enjoy it,
because
well,
he needed it.