Hollow life

hollow life - by Jeremy Sprague

Quickening of my footsteps

the change in personality running from
what I am
who I was
for the thought of the change
the thought to go back
never again shall I be faced with that challenge
for what to overcome needs to be distinguishable by man

for peace of mind my sanity can only be forsaken on the hands of god strumming the strings to my life

cutting one for every mistake

Why go to the extreme to be the better man

why do what is right
why go on as this shell of a human

the resin untold for a number of days
searching for the answer seems to be the goal of existence
as change grasps me on the travel to life
my eyes once opened to the pain of another

but who is watching mine
who is crying the red tears of depression watching my life.

The acts that make the man
acts that make the sinner

foreseen by no one
heard by hundreds
touched thousands