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?

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