after death after everybody is there
the memories are thought of
of the good times like
the mirage and kids
the grand kids you spoiled
your loved ones move on
when they die the same
will happen to them that's
just life and death

A shadow that is just there
No one knows why
Just there
Watching
And listening
Taking in the light left by others
Wondering how to create a warm light
To fill its hole
that has been there
since the light that came

disgusting sweaty socks why not clean them
putting your feat in me sometimes with no socks
then you throw me out without a care in a world
putting me mud jumping on puddles
even though I don't like getting wet
your gonna use me to the end then
what will you do to me then
please don't

like a wind a gentle breeze
like a river a clear one
like a steady flow of colors
then someone ruins it
the wind turns to storm
river turns to rapid currents
colors turn one color
and i lose something in me
and my reflexes kick in
then everything slower
then before it was normal

cries with no help
silent with every movement
just there with a mask
keeping problems to myself
but what problems I got none
i'm fine for a millionth time

born with light but-
sometimes we need it to be bright
with the good memories
if we let the light die
so will the happiness
sometimes a wind blows
maybe someone dims it
when it goes out
its hard to be bright again

word have no meaning until you put meaning in them
OR put words on bricks then throw them at someone
then the meaning is to hurt someone