Seeing the past is hard
The past that is never forgottnen
And i stand here supported by many
But feeling deserted is the emotions I feel
Days of riding the bus with the wheels never ending
Nights of glowing screens fading into the darkness
Pencils scratching on paper, marking black on white
All of my life staring me in the face with stone cold eyes
Oblivious melts reality around me
Like a popsicle on hot sidewalks
All sunshine rains on my personality
Making my problems fade into yesterday
No longer clinging to my father's pant legs
Screaming about all of myu small victories
Running over sweet, green lawns feshly mowed
With armies of invisible sodiers flankning my sides
O me, what I was for years, no dead
All of the regrets flood the psycy of my mind
Colorful dances of memories cloud the darkness
Whiteness eventually powder over them like a fresh snow
All those years of looking up to those who would destroy me
My god, my father, my mother, my life betrayed me
O to disengage myself from those corpes of me,
Which I turn and look where I cast them.
I may tell to you of all the furure of your life
To detest you from feelings and love to help you survive
But to tell you to disegage yourself is to die
My advice to you is to live and find ways out of death
The slight splashes of shimmerings of sunlight
Trust shall never fly from my lips so freely again
I will never crawl to the steps of God
I will stand up and fight against thy fear of crashing control
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