I have known since long ago
Souls are not made of flesh and bone
Not of muscle, sinew or tissue
That they are deeper and within you

They live beyond us mortal beings
And they see past the eye of seeing
That they endure more then life
With all its pain and all its strife

With them they carry our lifes lessons
And with time they never lessen
But grow stronger over time
Forever and eternally they will shine

When my body has grown old
My skin is not the story told
I will live forever
A debt my soul endeavors

When I'm gone do not miss me here
If your sad please do not shed a tear
Even Out of sight I'll be around
Whether above or below ground

So come the day that I may die
From deaths hand I will not hide

To be,
To have,
To be had?

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break

Where do you run
From yourself?
To day-dreams ? to temporary highs?
To the never-ending motions of living?
Where do you run
When surrounded by mirror paned high walls?
For at every turn you run into yourself.
All that is left is something
With no end, no beginning,
Just the unrelenting turn of wheels.

What is buried so deep inside
A memory so entwined
many lines and differing angles
The same frame can be seen
Differently with different lenses
Different outcome for every scene
Can alter all the things
And I would not remain
as the person I am