Do you hear my soul? Speaking from within Can't you hear it, Begging, pleading, Praying to begin? Moments passing, No adventure. When does life Give In? Where are the moments, My moments, I wish to hold myself In?
I've heard them talking, you know? And they all say the same things, they tell me that the truth will set you free. If this is the case, why do I find people hiding, cowering in the face of truth. What are they afraid of? Why would they run, freedom is not to be feared. Unless... We are all prisoners, captives to our master? Maybe we are respectivly afraid of our master? Or, we frightened at the thought of being beat. Beaten by the truth? Are we waiting to be set free from the truth, as he is the key to our freedom?
What if people lie, in order to protect others. Although, to be protected, I would rather know the truth. Wouldn't you? Why then do they lie, choose to hurt us? Can they not see the pain we breath? Or, maybe the pain is natural? So, it is thought as nothing. Either way they continue to lie, yet protect others all the same.
Life is like a photo. Is it? well at least that's what they say... Well, if life were really like a photo why do we spend all our time posing for the camera? Instead of capturing the moment, why not be captured by the moment? And if life was like a photo, then why is everything standstill?