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by ashes Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Other · Arts · #1660668
its all good, i try to help my mind this way
sometimes im impossible

I try catching myself everytime i fall

sometimes life is incredible

but through it all, i look for your call

sometimes i cant help just want to sleep

and get away, sometimes i feel like i am just fading.. or daydreaming lost in another world, praying

i keep repeating the same things in my head

over and over and over agian

dude, no matter what i do, I just can not win.. nor you

im use to it..

but when it comes i hope i get my time

Ive been paient and listened, bit my lips and waited

and sat and rewinded a bit, fell down, got up and just did what i did

just to learn i guess

to know what its really about

what is it about> do you know?

no..

you dont

but i try figuring the ways in my head, in the night, as i lay in my bed

one day i say

my life will be the the way ive been praying for so long to be here finallly so i dont have to keep on rewinding and binding, and i dont know, continusly finding, what it is.. whats is IT that allows us to carry on..

is the air in our lungs, or the bitter taste of life on our tounges, I wonder..

somewhere in the world someone in tucked away so tightly and nicely dreaming of the stars and the sunnys days, why others are dying under the sky, sleeping somewhere next to a tree.

take a good look around..

to the sky to your feet that allows you to walk around..

your as free as your toes, you are the one that does what its told, its your dicision, your mistakes you are in CONTROL OF THE ACTIONS YOU TAKE...

some dont get it, I waste my breath cant be an asshole and just walk away, no for the help that i give i have to sit and wait, and watch the all, kill themselves it isnt my fait, i have to get away... no questions about it, I have to find my way, before time starts fighting with me... once agian.. thisis today but lets not forget about yesterday yesterday was once today and next week was a a week from today.. I keep holding onto me... 
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