Standing in the middle of a boulevard, with a life of a farrow,
Facing right to the sky, like I'd never see tomorrow,
Dropped me my blessings, like a beak on a sparrow,
Paved my own way, and a path to follow.
Stranded with my phobia, and some pain to swallow,
Gone was the life, left surrounded by my shadow,
Shrunk into nothingness, with a life to borrow,
I live for today, not only for tomorrow.
Flowing with my stream, and my pain so shallow,
Stood tall for myself, i am my own fellow,
Like a tree with no roots, that never had to grow,
I only live for today, and a little sorrow for tomorrow.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Standing in the middle of a boulevard, with a life of a farrow,
Facing right to the sky, like I'd never see tomorrow,
Dropped me my blessings, like a beak on a sparrow,
Paved my own way, and a path to follow.
Stranded with my phobia, and some pain to swallow,
Gone was the life, left surrounded by my shadow,
Shrunk into nothingness, with a life to borrow,
I live for today, not only for tomorrow.
Flowing with my stream, and my pain so shallow,
Stood tall for myself, i am my own fellow,
Like a tree with no roots, that never had to grow,
I only live for today, and a little sorrow for tomorrow.
Sadness is something that we all live with in certain times of life.The point is not to live with sorrow,...Its how to outlive sorrow.Inspired by the conscience - a human nature.
