The Constant

A constant.
As if my life is stuck in rain.
As if there's a bomb planted in my brain,
Bottles up inside me ready to blow,
Hoping it destroys everything I know.
Lost that one little thing that kept me strong,
That one little place where I know I belong.
Have you ever felt so right,
Being able to hold another all night.
Have you ever felt so in place,
Staying for a while in close embrace.
If not, I'm sorry,
For you have not experienced life's true safari.
As a child we thrive off our mother,
But as we move into this world of chaos and struggle, we learn to thrive off another.
Another. Such a simple word.
Yet a word that without we'd be blurred.
We go from simple things like toys, candy, and thrills,
To a life of money, work, and bills.
But there's one constant.
Something that can never be ignored,
You can forget it but it'll forever be stored.
We feel it forever,
Unavoidable and clever.
It eats at your heart, it eats at your mind,
It'll kill you if you keep it confined.
So let it free and soon you'll see,
What it can truly turn out to be.
A factor.
Perhaps a different power.
One that can cause new love to flower.
One that can lead to a new and better life.
A life full of happiness and less strife.
One that can lead to the permanent substitution of a variable in place of a constant.
One that can magnify the state of something so uniform.
One that can truly empower a reform.
Only through new hope can pain be eradicated from our lives and allow us to emphasize love.
Love. The only constant.