An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me

What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?

What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...

We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for

We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?

Useless?
Doesn't work?

Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?

It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence

An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...

Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht

Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about

It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt

It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere

You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours

You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly

What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind

Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree

What an Object really is.

What was, is done,
What will come, will come.
When I'm finished,
I shall be who I truly AM

Circumstances shall change.
People will still be here or they will be gone.
Who knows.

What I  know is, what I let in,
Is my decision to make on my own.
I shall dimand the changes I find fit,
For myself ALONE.

I'm shedding the passive ways of living.
And taking action and forgiving.
I shall NOT take any unwanted weight from the past,
Into the new Life, I chose, I WANT!

I shall not crumble, I will keep having faith
In all I DO in all I AM and BECOME.
I will NOT and cannot wait.
I Am from now on my own Saviour who will never be late.

Because I AM the master of my fate!

I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days

Even thinking back
I was never here
I was and will be lost in this world

I was never suposed to be

I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days

To the time "I" was "me"
Before I ever knew myself  
With all the senses of being, of existing

Before the ralms of reality took hold of my soul and twisted it to something unknown

Before I was thrown out of paradise itself
And into a crule unforgiving world of lost souls like my own

I feel it deep within
What I lost, what is missing

Just living life and expirencing true fulfillment of just being a human being

A human soul

I don't have any selfcontrol
The harder I want it
The more I need it

The more I wait for it
The more I seem to need it

I was hoping that you'd see it
Help me get it off
But it's underneath my skin

The more the need rises
The more I lose myself

Remember lying in the sand
Feeling the sun our faces
The force runing through you and I

The memories of that day are faiding
But what stays with me
Is the need I feel for you

Needing you and I

Needing and not resiving

I guess I'll keep on needing you
But you'll leave me needy and raw

Break the likes of me
I beg you to

It is not
And will not be the first time

Break my nose, my legs
From head to toe

everything you can find
I'm inviting you to

It can never be worse than
Breaking me whole
Like u already did with my soul

Do you remember dear?
As you cought my eye, my heart

I should have been smart!

Crushed and broken bad
I lay here

Wounds unkonwn to me
For I have never known someone as cruel as you can be.

Alone at last
Alone at last

What was the point?
What did I gain?

The people I met
The words I said
The things I did
The thoghts I shared
The time I spent

What was the point?
I do not know, for I am surley lost

I must find me, myself and I again.