Melting Crystals

Sparks fly, arms soar, feet float
Hundreds around yet you feel imprisoned and  isolated
Nothing to lose, so fire away
there is no distinguished sound anymore
just jolts, that vibrate throughout your core
You are back, you are present, you are noticed
not invisible, not quiet, not unoticed
they shall shoot you down, judge you, and call you names
yet in the end, attention was your  dream, now wasnt it?

Days of Dreams...

  A wise man once said once said "Every man dies. Not every man really lives". His name was William Wallace, one of the main leaders during the Scottish Wars of Independence.
Although what he did is irrelevant to me, his words  had profound affect on my persona. Am I living? Am I really taking advantage of my youth? Soon I will be 18 years old, and what do I have to say for myself?What life accomplishments have I achieved, what dreams have I fulfilled?

    Some could argue that I'm still young, brimful with energy, love and knowledge. Perhaps they are right, perhaps my time is coming, my turn to shine is approaching. But can I not plan my future?Hope and dream?That is how people achieve their life long goals isn't it?By dreaming and striving until they achieve everything they want? Lets make it a good year...