Isn’t it a curse to live long Beloved friends all gone Kiths and kins buried down Remains their name on the stone.
Sitting alone at the bay Hair, beard all grey As I peep at the past A few memories that last
Always wanted to live long Rein the world, get the throne Luxury, name and fame Emperor of my own game.
Countless nights wasted on hope Handful of moments spent for love Hope lies in fist now Love is nowhere to be found.
A little too late To fear death, A little too late To turn around.
A faded thought still remains A desire to be remembered If not the name I have earned For the deeds I have done.
An old man is sitting alone at the bay thinking about the life he lived. Reaching to this point of life , he realizes he has spent most of his youth on earning and dreaming big. Now that he achieved all that he wanted, he understands how worthless everything is. The man is really lonely without anyone to accompany him. He is left alone ,the way he had left his family alone in the past.
it took her months to come to this realization but one day it just hit her, and it hit her like a brick that even if he did come back as a new, changed person nothing could ever repair the damage he's caused and at that moment she knew nothing would ever be the same again
i don't want to go back to overthinking, and changing my entire personality to the watered down version of it - all for what? just so you could stay? just so a silly boy like you could "approve" of me? i'm better than that. this time i'm choosing me.. except i say this yet you're still in the back of my head. but i'm coming to terms with this thought i've had today, i'll get over you eventually.
in a garden of roses i found you lying soaking wet from the rain, do you admire flowers as much as i admired you? sandals removed watching the rain drop will it never stop? the cold breeze begs us to intertwine, yet i chose to sit in silence dreaming of an us that never sailed.
For my whole life I have never truly lived. Many risks not taken and many things mistaken. Every art piece and music score. Every item I have in store. I am left to face myself in death knowing I have done nothing. As the sun of life sets I know that there is night again and with the sun down there is room. Room for a new sun to rise and take its place in the galaxy of life we all come to call home. As the sun rises, the spark of life on Earth is continued through all eternity. What is time? Is it the seconds that pass by, the minutes of our life counting down? The life you share in love with one another? Whatever it may be you choose how you spend it. Alone at home, with people you call family, at the place you call home. Home is not a place you live. Home is where you are with the people you choose to surround yourself with. Who you call your own. Home is not a house, home is family and friends together being themselves. Looking back at it I did not simply do nothing. I belonged to something, I had my home. And you have yours. Where you belong, belongs to you and you to it. I belonged somewhere and now I must leave. In leaving comes emptiness. An emptiness to be filled with new life coming in as I go. And so I say goodbye. In goodbye is reassurance and happiness. Happiness in knowing I have done something. That I can leave knowing I have changed the world. Knowing all there is to know. At the very end of that sunset, I can move on swiftly with care. On to that eternal night bright with the stars in the sky of all the other lights of life. I have done something, I have.