Everything

This was written 6-7-09 a few months after I started to date my work I believe.

Does my courage turn into despondence?

Or how can I say,

That through every tunnel

There is still an escape

And through it I shall travel

Leaving my worries at the door

And through I shall go,

Thinking no more.

 

Does my honor turn to hatred?

Or how did that rhyme go,

That I shall keep moving

Just to feel more remorse.

Traveling through Galaxy

With Frankenstein by my side

I cleared the wall

I will reach for the sky.

 

Does my living hold existence?

Or will you still walk out the door?

I’ve torn through these arms

I shall feel no more

Unless I reach the river

And float to the sea

Perhaps something

Anything…

Can help shape me.