Swing High

Don't know how to feel time is change, change is real.
Movement forward or backwards in your mind, still can not stop time.
Become each second shout let my voice be herd.
Endless possibility's of random words, the way I fit them together belongs to me.
Not the words themselves you see, what would I do without them
Loss of the tools I use to express my love for him.
Loss of my soul being released from this shell.
What would happen when the tears fell?
Are they even reality outside of this reality?
How would my soul cry when theses eye's cease to be?
How will I speak without this vessel of projecting sound?
Do you break......? How when nothing confines you, and you can't be found. Everywhere? Nowhere? Never ending thoughts racing threw this amazing creation they call my brain.
Another empty part of this shell to leave in the rain, the sun, the cold, the heat, the shame.
Lie in this grave on display for the world to weep, but I am not there like when we would sleep.