Sunday, November 7, 2010

The End of A Lot

Three years later and the clock still routed in circles helping time pass by
I watched the sun rise up high looking upon its people
I watched leafs fall on to the ground as if they were being kicked out of their own homes
I watched white noise fly through the air till it turned into its own kingdom
I have watched seeds turn into lovers and became appealing to even those who don’t desire
Life is a circle and I am in the middle till the end
I will watch and sometime I will hide
But sometimes missing a moment so small could mean missing a lot
I used to be scared and I hated the feeling but fear is what helps me stand up
Even though I want the clock to stop at times I have learned it’s just for the best