Life is not measured by the gifts you give
nor by those you receive...
A restless soul on borrowed time
Lost in thoughts of lights with lime...
Why do people who don't believe in God try to drag...
A shoulder to cry without a lie;
In swift desolation to a myraid call...
To die with dignity...
(if there is such a thing...
One by one seasons went by
Clouds turned to rain...
Walk with me this childhood path.
Where thoughts once bloomed like Spring's array...
All my Life,
I live in the middle of many choices...
How do we get what we want in this life.
Is it just luck , a throw of the dice...
I decided I would appreciate
as much as I could for my last day alive...
On the tip of the horizon,
Reading an unreliable map...
It breeds pain,
It's a mental sprain...