Can a man change his stars?

How do you say goodbye to a past that has made you what you are? I feel as if I am at a crucial turning point, realizing that sometimes it's the times we turn to face a new direction that our lives pick up. Somehow or another I feel as if I've been at a standstill for so long, thinking I was moving, only to now find I'm in the same spot I've been in for forever.
Can a man change their stars? Does a man have stars to change?
I used to believe so much in fate, but now I cannot begin to even think that this life is so planned out. Yes, what has happened must have happened, unless we are all just fed the past through tubes as we lie on beds made for us by some beings that are feeding off of our existence.
But that thought is for another day.
Anyway, who is to say what the next day will bring. If we are to believe we have free will, how can the future be planned out? The way I see it, humans either are willess beings manipulated by some greater force, or we are free beings without a set future.
I'd rather be free then safely set into a future.
Although sometimes I long to be safe, I realize this is not an option. I could never give up myself to secure a future. A future without the self, is not a future that can exist for who I am. Perhaps to the creature I would become. But I fear that self.

No Name(part 4) ((Fear not))

I turn away to face you
you turn away from me
do you see
do you see
you think this is what you want
you say this is what you need
still
you cannot face the fear
made when the night was young
nor drive away
the itching of your tongue
to taste this dreamt of day
oh you sit and pray
it will come your way
you'd better hope
this threat just goes away
Rocking your boat
it casts you overboard
from a soft touch
to a hardened toss
you'd better hope
this storm will pass away

No Name(prt 3)

I cling to words
whispered in my ear
words so desperatly
I have longed to hear
so secretly I have known
that they could be wrong
but at this moment
there is only abandon
abandon to this thing that
wishes me no wrong
or so I wish
I wish to long

No Name(prt 2)

Always alone
I am a part of this earth
and what I am
shall not belong to me
nor anyone
and back then i did not belong

In the end I go where my fathers have gone
For now i stand upon their backs
as my sons shall stand on mine
My daughters will forever tower above me
and yet we are at a standstill
hand in hand
on the same level
and yet so far away

No name

So many things beneath this
always just beneath
Don't know if i could or should
I do not think I can
Pushing, prying, these misplaced invasions never reach their mark
you never learn
all of you
we never learn

It's a layer
within a layer
within ten more
and we know them all
or nearly all
yet can not clearly form a puzzle
not even one in one

My belief
is that when the day is done
there will always be a new day
until there is not
but that is none of our concern

I see you as you are
not as you are seen, but
how you will be seen
Do you know the truth?
although only mine
although only this moment's

Can you see
the sun beneath the shadow
and the rock lying under the sun?

Tell me where you go
when all preconcieved notions have left
and you stand alone

Who

9 after two
the clock strikes three once more
though its not what
its supposed to do
clock it at five
and count it at two
begin where you started
and start all anew

Lady time
brings not this at 9
lady time
doesn't care for your dime

Bring it back
to the old days
way back when we met
the road at out feet
and our feet with a torn

a blessing in disguise

We can't
We won't
we shouldn't
We don't
Although we still try
if that is what it's called
Bring it back
to the days when i meant what i said when i said
two was three

it becomes three once more

Too much to remember
when can't meets don't
when the road becomes a fire
we can never put it out
we can't go back

Numb

Waking up to just another day
its just another day
mornings are so numb
dont want to be numb
not anymore
every one that greets this morning
tells me ive gone wrong
But i look aorund
and all i see
are people living to be
something they've never seen

You can't turn what's blue to red
and you can't make a tide do anything else
but what its supposed to do.
You can't lean on a blade of grass
without pulling it down

Here we are born
and there we will stay
mask it however you will
chase things you don't understand
no one does
so i guess i shouldn't speak.

So i guess i should speak.

Oh so distored
are the tears that run down a broken face

At least I can admit
Oh so selfish
you can't stand on your own
it rips us apart
and sews us yet together
which is the same
I suppose if this is what you want
have what you want.

Always at Two

Roses return every year
the bells rings every day
always at two
always the same
nothing ever happens here
the tides fall in and go back
again
the seasons change always when the should
nothing ever changes here
every time something goes

another day is let in
and then the night
sometimes there are stars
sometimes there are clouds
nothing ever breaks here
not unless its told

Sometimes it comes earlier
sometimes not at all
the routine is known
it does not leave
here to stay
it has always been that way

New airs come
they run their course
the old ones cannot stay
and still they remain
it has always been this way
this way it will remain
subject to something
even if it is nothing
which never changes

Sometimes the path is slow
sometimes is carries us along
and through this there is no change.

Spotlight

Que the spotlight

standing there a lonely figure

arms folded

legs apart

body shivering

Silent the confused crowd watches

seconds turn into minutes

and still the body stands

just shaking

murmers chase the silence

a cough

a stifled laugh

Disruption

the figure crumbles down

louder whispers

Penetrate

he tries to speak

simple blabering is let out

Uncomprehendable

they don't know a soul is being put on parade

no masquerade

only a stage

a figure

a sound without assigned message

and a spotlight