1am
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell."
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell."
- Time, Pink Floyd
Back to the old days, when food and shelter is all it takes.
Rain or shine, the children come out to play.
But this world is not my place, this place is not my play. I have a thousand bucket list to complete, yet one thing I couldn't grasp is the concept of human greed. I wish someone could pry open that feeble brain of Mine and inject it with kind. Or perhaps a coma once in a blue moon is nice...
This first half of the year was exceptional and like everything else about me, it couldn't last. God was pretty gracious when I begged on all fours for forgiveness. God showed me my path when I Prayed for the way. God finally let me witness what I've always wanted to see. And I'm pretty thankful for the year. So much shit and so many things. One day, I prayed for the last supper and I got it.
Solicited to help rid my head of the things I do not need to bear the consequences alone, and he did.
Seeing enough pretentious people sitting in a frigid room too cold for my bones to scream a fuck you. But contridictory enough, I thank you.
So I pray again. Next year will be mine to keep. The road, the journey within is not going to be easy. But I need my courage, my strength, my light to pull whatever darkness that is lingering in my head for prevailing amount of time. Veiling with mask thicker than glass.
If I can't live in Peace, I will die in peace. Its now or never.
