I ask of truth
I ask of reality
I ponder the mystery
Seek an illusive history
I try to understand
A language we do not comprehend
It speaks inside our souls
A language and rhythm
It is all so old
Since the dawn of time
We have always known
Since its time is past
It will always last
We will see
It will be
We will understand
All of this is beyond man
We must act now
We must speak before it is too late
How often do we regret
How often do we forget
Why do we procrastinate?
The future is approaching
The future waits for none
Hurry it is almost too late!
Speak the words you feel
Speak and make them real
Breathe…keep them close
Soon they will be gone
Soon they will forget
Hurry it is almost too late!
Say “I love you” for Gods sake…
Silence
Silence
Take for granted no longer
It is too late
Now you must say “I miss you”
To a shadow in the frame
What if tomorrow never comes. What then? What if you went to bed and there was no waking up? It happens all the time. I am not truly worried about dying…I am however concerned about not living. Not accomplishing what I feel I was meant to. What truly matters? Why do we make goals and procrastinate. My issue is always thinking about the future and not responding to the now. If I were to die tomorrow I would regret not acting on my thoughts and wasting so much time.
What would you regret?
Tonight I feel low
Crawling up for air
Breathing in for life
Tonight I fell deep
Pushed down by life
Pushed down by love
Was it security that held me
Perhaps a chain which binded
Was it fear which held me
Perhaps guilt that blinded
Tonight I saw
What once was love
Turned dark and sad
What once shone hope
Faded glimmer of what was had
To see one push you down
On your knees
Crying tears of pleading
Reaching for the last signs of hope
To see one push you down
Watch you cry
Watch you crawl
What deserves this?
For there is only the what, not the whom.
No person deserves this
The silence
The tears…
Why should I?
I dreamt of my father…
When he came to me
I saw love
When he spoke to me
I heard love
When he held me
When he embrace me
I felt love
So fast it came
So fast it went
He is gone again
Gone back from whence he came
He came down from heaven
Journals Of Enreal 