I do not dream of infinity as my world is yet not charted
I do not care for sleep for reasons are too far apart
I blame myself for failures as no 1 else matters
For in the sins we try to live to understand and believe
I do not have cruel intentions but my subconscious has a mind of its own
I blame the sun for bringing light but not brightening my day
Trust is but a line all of us have to cross
Musings of a time when everything was divine
Trading the present is never a good idea for the past will always haunt you
And the reason most of all I loose time is because I wait.
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