These Words, Are a Promise to my Life

I was by myself when I wrote this
You were alone when you listened
I asked one question
And it cascaded these decisions

I can't keep chasing false hopes
No longer will my mind be a victim
To these needs and these fixes
I hold too close with conviction
These words, are a promise to my life
A life that is just an innuendo in which I believe in

I seek to seat in a room of a thousand
And spill my ideas on floor
I want people to hear what is inside my head

My people are seeds
And hold more hope than
I could even imagine possible

And through strength, they grow stronger each day
With each passing minute
I'm drawn into a daze:

A day trip
Or mind set
I've fallen into
A night dream
That led to an invention

My conclusion is
The sun never sets
It just rests its eyes
And traps in droplets
The sorrows of our life

We as people, are odd creatures
And nifty creators

That I know for sure.