After All

i'll pour my heart and soul in a glass just make sure you leave it half full no drops make us hold our hands wondering if it can happen when will laws can be broken, just not physics if it was something I had said time traveling without a suitcase cause I had baggage already and I know where I am going now don't be afraid to tell me no I've been there before you too soon yet we all arrive just in time until some one didn't get to say goodbye these notions keep me going to where is part of the dismay because we all know that destination becomes something else in the end don't call me an economist I'll accept realistic dreamer when my emotions battle logic to death f*cked to say results in a double suicide who am I to try and defy when seeing sky isn't the entire picture of countless sights I sit here thinking is my thought real or did shakespeare's stolen quotes really held a resonance and I am helpless performing the deeds of something else I am not aware of, after that I say to myself What do I really have as far as control? and if I can figure that out, will it matter after all?