with a door set forth
it lay open in his mind
with his hand he waited
it never opened to his eyes
fantasy rules in our heads
when inaction enforces tyranny
upon mortal hearts and souls
dying with every blink
we are just mortal yes?
why do we think actions will fail
when no one will remeber them
they fade as everything does
Live life to breath
And breath to live
My the devil take his hand
From out of my scarmbled brain
So I may choose
With a new foucus to fuel me
I will not be bogged down
By my missed opportunities
all because I am blind
to everything real in front of me
i was living in my head
never outside it
for it was safe...
it was...
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
with a door set forth
it lay open in his mind
with his hand he waited
it never opened to his eyes
fantasy rules in our heads
when inaction enforces tyranny
upon mortal hearts and souls
dying with every blink
we are just mortal yes?
why do we think actions will fail
when no one will remeber them
they fade as everything does
Live life to breath
And breath to live
My the devil take his hand
From out of my scarmbled brain
So I may choose
With a new foucus to fuel me
I will not be bogged down
By my missed opportunities
all because I am blind
to everything real in front of me
i was living in my head
never outside it
for it was safe...
it was...
This was written to communicate my message i really want to get out there... regrets are the worst things to die with
P.s i made all the postive advice lines start with a captial because i feel it is important to draw foucus there, it is not a typo
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