Sometimes the clocks tick when I forget
I am human.
Every day runs in through my past,
and is happening right now.
I'm no gypsy
but i think it will continue
in the future i have yet
to embrace.
Each day
can be
like yesterday, through selectivity.
Experiencing each thought, and
choice we make, we change the
slightest bit; unaware of the emotions
that teach unspoken lessons.
A subconscious that holds true;
each hand holding itself, in anticipation of acceptance.
A line through all memories; a foundation that holds us up--
measuring the definition of life.
Time is a word created, and change is choice.
It is all perspective.
Free will is my tombstone,
as I continue
to promise to hold my grave
in each day.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
Sometimes the clocks tick when I forget
I am human.
Every day runs in through my past,
and is happening right now.
I'm no gypsy
but i think it will continue
in the future i have yet
to embrace.
Each day
can be
like yesterday, through selectivity.
Experiencing each thought, and
choice we make, we change the
slightest bit; unaware of the emotions
that teach unspoken lessons.
A subconscious that holds true;
each hand holding itself, in anticipation of acceptance.
A line through all memories; a foundation that holds us up--
measuring the definition of life.
Time is a word created, and change is choice.
It is all perspective.
Free will is my tombstone,
as I continue
to promise to hold my grave
in each day.
