If I took a different path Would I still have what I have Would I still know what I know Would I have grown how I’ve growm Would my patience be different Would I be more, or less optimistic Would I be more, or less richer Or maybe, more or less indifferent Maybe a square …
The hope of glory (dwells inside me). In my minds eye I materialize all, which at one time lived in my imagination. One with You so, like this malleable clay which I stand upon I am able to shape and form all things that I come in contact with.
Mortician! Mortician! Not here, no tears, no fear. Oceanic as it may seem, the midnight sun peers malevolently through the trivial opening of my curtains. Deeper I fall into this seemingly despondent dream. Although my room is deathly quiet… Mortician! Mortician! Never knowing when today ends and tomorrow begins. White knuckled, I clench my jaw …
Where do I start(?), Fragments of my flesh you were chipping off. Words you spoke left me feeling distant, You punched a hole in my heart. I turned to stone. Know it’s time for me to take my eternal leave. How do I end? Where do I end? When does it end? If I can …