08 October 2012
It is me again,
through the same skin, through a refurbished soul.
Every second counts.
Every story has an end.
Can the world just
let us be? Sound and steady,
the world stares at
every mistake we make.
Not knowing how to
do it right, we are judge by the results
of every decision
we have made.
This is the foolish
truth.
What is the truth
anyways?
History has been
written by men.
The cold existence
of a broken soul put me down one day.
I hated the feeling.
I became numb as well.
The clock ticking
in my head:
"It is time to forgive
who mistreated you yesterday."
We patch our soul, we
walk around in the nevermore,
pondering life as
it is;
pondering about friendship, family and true love.
I can't feel sorry for having a soul.
I can't feel sorry for having a soul.
Living life can be
painful if you don’t commit
to do the things you’re
afraid the most,
and to face fear by taking risks.
Time will never
stop.
But people... people comes and people goes.
The opportunities
you miss will never come.
This is a phase to
recollect the things we’ve lost,
to let go of the
things we don’t need any more,
and to embrace everything
coming our way that we’ll need forevermore.
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