117. Mean While
As of now the beat goes on. The night carries
over into the day when the sun waits for nobody.
The morning is my end of the night and by
the day beckons for another try. This isn't an
attempt to die. Surely that was tried but not this
time. I can't lie... I'm just passing time.
Uncover your eyes and unplug your ears
unfold your arms as you stretch to the
sky. Fly away with... fly away. Speak it
once more without the sighs. Look at...
without the tears. Seconds have passed
into several years. Dear... I've been here.
Hear this voice inside. Give it one more
try. When the time comes to an end we
can say... once we were friends. Once
we were alive. We stretch back in time
to capture the moment. 'Sigh’... Do you
remember back then when we were so
alive? Like flowers in a field my thoughts
are layered in memory. In the end...
nothing else was said to me.
119. Unlikeness
... The difference is that I'm not consumed
by the pain. On some occasions its felt
here and there. Now might have been a
time but it's become something that helps
me to persevere towards destiny’s lead.
You can't erase it, meaning you... can't
erase who you are and what you've done.
It's part of who you are and where you're
going. All of it, all of you and even
I... we strive on. Some will try to become
great others will eventually fade. Some will
fade into greatness. The difference is what
you do with it, what you do with all of it.
