The letters fall and make words
The words bend in order to meet my thoughts
My thoughts take a shape that is pleasing to me
I form in a way that the world will see me as normal
Normal adapts to the time in which we live
The letters tell the time
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
We are born with the sole capability to love
But we are taught throughout our lives to hate
We chose or own destinies
Unless there is some truth to fate
We walk here and there
And sometimes we run
We sleep with the moon
And rise with the sun
If certain things are laid out
No matter which path we take
Then you’re going to crash
It doesn’t matter if you push the gas or hit the break
There isn’t much of life that we don’t expect
Except the fact that we can’t expect anything
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC