I find myself back in the spiral of hell.... whilst life is so precious
Yet each day disappears into the book of yesterday.
The book of yesterday written in time as you dealt with life and it's challenges and changes
Being there for all who needed you
Everyone's rock, was how you rolled
I don't believe your time wasted as you evolve, grow, learn
That is what moves us on from our past
From its pleasures and pains
It's spirals may be a road to hell
Yet not its destination
In truth you can never regain that time or change how you spent it
There is no exact science in life, no guide
We get no directions no choice of emotions
Some will hurt, some heal and life will go on
Somewhere if your lucky you share the journey
Not always all of it, but some
So to set out to live for today, is the only course you can chart
If your lucky your course may cross another's and the journey becomes an adventure filled with sunny days
Remember tomorrow isn't written and you will never get back time
Your future lies there, not in the book of yesterday.