it all started, way back when the world seemed to be some what normal, before all the wars, before the panic that would leave us scared, paranoid of our own existence, but as time goes on the pain, this pain, is only a memory, and the cycle begins once more, this day... the present, the now... and here we are, looking up to the stars, wondering if there is anything, beyond just that, reality... dreaming of something more, something better, not knowing where this path may take me, just curious to find out and experience the end.
is this where it all goes to? is this the gateway in between, so many stories, i see flashing screens, i become apart of this light, i fell complete now, stuck here, frozen in time, waiting for the new beginning, the day we be pretending, we will always have... the sun can't shine forever. as our hearts only have one thing to offer, so we suffer. the coldness grows the world is never the same. our memories of how it use to be the old beginning. the routine, the crumbling, the dissolving,the inevitable ending. the end.
is this where it all goes to? is this the gateway in between, so many stories, i see flashing screens, i become apart of this light, i fell complete now, stuck here, frozen in time, waiting for the new beginning, the day we be pretending, we will always have... the sun can't shine forever. as our hearts only have one thing to offer, so we suffer. the coldness grows the world is never the same. our memories of how it use to be the old beginning. the routine, the crumbling, the dissolving,the inevitable ending. the end.
