In these idle moments,
Stagnancy has become the opponent,
Sadness has become the offender,
And I’m left to wonder forever.
Why such a grim outlook?
When all it ever took,
Pick me up and then put me back down,
This heart goes around and around,
Back to the place where we came from,
Back again and then we’re done.
I wanna leave you behind.
When you open a new door, you can look through, and see that everything you want is just beyond it’s seal. Things can look greener on the other side. They may well in fact be, but when you look back, you can remember all that is left behind. Often, when things become static, when I feel like I am not moving…
The sun sets and pulls the blanket from the overheated earth. What has happened once will happen again, and what was said yesterday, doesn’t hold the same water today. How many people can truly say they do what is good and right in the world? How many people can truly say that they live as they should? What can be…