If I got used to you

Would I take you for granted too?

I know it to be true
The gods have chosen
Me to be blue
I know it to be real
The blessings of the gods
  Is the hell I feel...
I travel through time
What a lapse
Upon ones mind
But I’ll remember
In due time
The love that we shared
That is
If the gods would let me
One last time
Come up for air....
............

The
art
of
living
is
realizing
there
is
no
destination
on
an
endless
path

Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...