I played those little ryhmes all the time,
And they always sparked my mind with laughing memories,
But all life is,
Is the memories we hold when we ponder asleep.
Funny? I say not, for when my thine heart;
Humor me not,
Escapes this graple of vines and thorns,
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll see clearly again.
Sadly I cannot grab the hands of pleading cries to save myself,
only I can step out of that hold.
But how, I think.
These cloudy eyes have seen the better, that other side of the coin.
How do I flip that coin, how can I just know it will land on Heads?
Life is all and chances,
Would I have to make that chance?
Would this empty pitiful heart take another fight.
I think so… Yet the hesitation in my voice rules the better of me.
I cant just let the voices outside my head and affection rule the happiness,
because sometimes it will only be me.
Maybe it will always be just me.