A Life To Figure Out

Every right a wrong, every feeling a song. Every day a night, every smile a frown, every up and every down. Every thought an action. Every life a death. Every truth a lie. Every who and why? Every laugh a cry. Every person a soul. Every possitive a neggative. Every vision a sound. Talking when no one's around, speaking without a sound. Living without advice, trusting yourself with your life. Struggling to be me, wanting them to see. Telling myself it will be okay, knowing there is a way. Walking without a vision, seeing without sight, hearing without sound. Being alone, when everyone's around. Fighting so hard to move on, wanting, needing, everything to go away. Wanting the way things were to stay. Stuck in the past, when my soul belongs in the present. The mind that continues to wonder, the soul that will never know. The reason that we live, the people we forgive. The life that we once lived, the heart we once gived. The thought of every day, the hope that everything will be okay. The hiking trail without a map, the thoughts without a gap. The love that's never gone, the hope to move on. The heart that loves too much, the person that's empty too the touch. Making plans of a better life, not taking actions to put them in play. Every person and the power of what they say. Believing in God, knowing that he is the way. Going too slow, going too fast. Staying at a place you know won't last. Empty with no soul, knowledge but no one knows. Always going, but never gone. Trying not to fight with all the aggression, trying not to cry from all the deppression. Wanting to learn without a teacher, learning without a lesson. Asking without a question. The past that won't go away, history is yesterday, the future is tomorrow. Alot of sympathy, not enough caring. Alot of taking, not enough sharing. Alot of seeing, but no looking. Hearing and knowing what you heard. Choices that brought you where your at. Always running in place, staying in the same race. Holding on to the self conrol,holding on where there's no where to go. Yelling without a voice, choosing without a choice. At the beggining but can see the end. So much to do not enough time, too much beat, not enough rhyme. Too many words not enough pages. So much talent, not enough stages. Too many minutes, not enough hours. So much growing,but no knowing. Having to chase what your after, trying to smile without laughter. Finding yourself without losing everyone else.