A friend of mine died today. His heart no more to beat. It was only a year since we spoke. His life seemed so complete.
Funny, now he's just a memory. I guess one day his memory will fade. A true part of nothing. Would it be different if he could have stayed?
I guess we are no more than a flash in history. A glimps of futures past. Given to the laws of fate. No one was ment to last.
A constant reminder my time is drawing near.Soon my time will be gone. I face my destiny without fear and try to carry on.
I try to see the larger picture, yet it's just a blurr. We all have a part to play. What the part is, I'm not so sure.
Faith seems to hide the darkness. We try to understand. Yet I feel alone in the shadows. Reaching out for someones hand.
Life is only an illusion. A testing ground of things to come. A battle waged with no delusions. Each life to the final sum.
Like pawns played on a board of life. Each move so precise. To win to lose. As the roll of the dice.
No rhyme, no reason. yet order to time, with each season.
An illusion all the same.A challenge, a dream, all apart of the game.
And we pieces to move only to find. No one wins.For we are no more, no less. Yet we are. Only to be forgotten in time.
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