What if this was the last time,
That I ever got to talk to you again...
The floor is moist and damp
as the ceremony is prepared...
Curious ears call,
The beckoning path of life...
Rthymic patterns made by my vital organs
Signing off warning signs and fighting off deadly...
Well who really cares about
the personal introspections...
Each morning as I rise from bed
I stumble down life's path...
So pale the notion seems,
What left but blankest dreams...
Sifting shadows bathe the forest floor
In a swathe of darkness...
Sitting on my bedroom floor, holding my knees
I let out a cry “Oh please God please...
I. Skipping, skipping merily
All worries blown out to sea...
I'm lost,
I can't find my way home...
A signal, a sign
Put my life on the line...