This is a journey, please let me be

I am red now,
let's just see-


if this is a journey,
then please let me be,
I'm going to go as far and as fast as I can,
let me document it here,
if I remember... 
waiting, I can't stand!


I probably won't even remember doing this,
I am having too much fun,
I'm a [0],
a hardly anything,
but it's been so long since we've been one.


So upset with my life,
so caught up in things that don't matter...
I wish I had had more time to enjoy with the ones that do.


What people want,
they feel lucky,
already it's kicked in and I'm at a [4] or more,
It's not luck,
it's the work of magic,
dontcha know.


I'm happy now,
can't you see?
It shows, in my writing!
Being like this treats me nicer than life,
I am kind to myself and I treat myself right.


My hands know what I want to say,
because they go to the keys to write words,
those words trying to speak from my heart,
they speak emotions.
And what is emotion, if not thought?
The truest thoughts of our being.


I will ride with you,
Ride with you to a castle unknown,
where I will go in,
trying to find your prince charming.
I will slay the dragon and rescue him for you,
because you are you.


Why would you,
so strong and feminine,
let yourself become a damsel in distress?
So no,
I know,
it would be your prince charming,
who needs rescuing.


And I will save him for you,
because that's what people do,
for people they care about,
no?
They do things for them.
And why would I,
a guy,
find your prince charming for you?
Because I became just your friend a long time ago,
didn't I?
I guess so.


I wish I could be pushed away,
to a land with clear skies and rolling clouds,
so that I could be away from all that is wonderful about you;
your in-comparability brings a sour taste to my mouth,
knowing that I will suffer for the rest of my life if I do not ask you-
and you, brain,
you know,
that you'll never ask her.