Not your soul mate
Weren't brought together by Fate...
If i knew then
what i know now...
I walk this path oh so many times,
i find myself lost at times, and others...
What is life?
Is it an account...
I trace the image in my mind,
Of how it all began...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...
Walk down this road traveled often
Growing older your resolve may soften...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
This vessel we live in,
consisting of elements...
Some days are good,
and others are bad...
I don't walk through doors
From the widows I leap...
Standing in the breeze
flowers dancing in the wind...