Sunday, March 29, 2015

This world is blinding mad.
I've taken all I can.
I chose to fight it back.
Not let it get me down.


So much waste when sad.
Reflecting on all I had.
Have now an empty sack.
Easier to get around.

Where's the gain in this?
Sick of being pissed.
Rots a soul away.
Living just to fade.

Yet the Heart Rocks and the Soul breathes.
There's chances to be had.
When looking back at the beginning,
what was the hurt that made it bad.

All the Loved ones who were suffering,
If I knew then what I know now
Could I change their beginnings,
or was all of this planned out?

Saturday, March 14, 2015

It's just morning



It's now becoming morning, a struggle through the night.
Found some moments I could doze, but something wasn't right.
Taking time to contemplate. the meaning of this life, it's been a long road.
Found some time for me to think and realize.
I hold the only key, to regulate my life.
Was a heavy Cross to bear, when I finally understood.
I'd have to learn about me, to finally feel good.
It's just morning, but the light came.
The day is here.
It's just morning, the same as anything
and I'm here.
It's just morning and the airs clean.
I want to breath.
It's just morning and I'm living.
Happy to be me.
I had a haunting thought, what would be the cost?
If I let it all fall down and create another loss.
Talking to myself at length and surfing through the fear.
If I can manage this, tomorrow will be clear.
Nobody gets to choose if I'm bad or good.
If I'm going to win today, or if I'm going to lose.
It's just a chance I take, every day I rise.
When I meet the day, will I be happy or will
I cry.
It's just morning, but the light came.
The day is here.
It's just morning, the same as anything
and I'm here.
It's just morning and the airs clean.
I want to breath.
It's just morning and I'm living.
Happy to be me.