19 may 2012
Times and Lives
Dark and smokey rooms
with sounds from the unknown
a line seperates me from reality
and what may take me home
but it's all in my head
because my head is my home
as the breathing slows, life is vital
it all makes sense to what I'm shown
you can't teach a feeling felt from falling through expirience
the fog matches my thoughts, all blind and dense
so if I can't help myself
and you say you can't try
what's the point of living
but you won't let me die
to come out of the state
as we cross the boarder
keep a head on high hopes
and just be my shoulder
Not so much as a crutch
for I can hold my own
I may not know enough to know
Through timelines I am thrown
the past seems so close
as the future seems far
but the present is just lost
passing like speeding cars
under the neon lights
stopping not and never die
hold on to me tight
this is where our lives lie
you may change your name to escape it
but your memories remain
forever, buried deep in mind
take what you need to gain
Strength, in the numbers and signs
we all commit our crimes
sin all the same
but it makes the times of our lives