Having half-a-mind to step over the edge
Never expecting so much darkness
‘tis bleak, empty of vision
Your voice whispers, no chance for any comfort you had hoped real
What from death can be changed now
Falling with the same thoughts, same misery –Forever?
Give the World your due, if nothing more than looking around for beauty
The end is always there for the choosing or fact of life
Living is left random, without notice of end or care for your dreams
Others will always criticize, correct, or give advice riding their own ego
However learning my friend, destiny is a surprise, draw to it, Live
Everything is something if you allow it to be created
Despair tacked to your hide clings to your bones as useless
More see as you, than you think……and fate is a secret until tomorrow!
Satisfaction is illusive, Happiness is made by your soul…You change,
-Nobody has it all figured out, they only think as we all do.