Those Thoughts

Life seems to be but a breathe of disappointments Inhaling thoughts with whispering voices All i am...wish i was more to me But as i contemplate...i cannot phathom the concept of eternity So many things i wish to experience But disaapointment keeps me here Can you hear it.. It lingers on... Til dusk meets dawn And when they meet They quickly separate and move on, Oh how i just wish to become ever strong So nothing can hurt me But these thoughts still Send me into a gutter Slippery they are like fingers through butter And disappointing are they The words they mutter But i suppose is the way of born of ashe.. We soon wither and scatter and bodies never to last And maybe one day my story while finally climax Or may it vmbe cast aside also like the trash All i know is that always time is the one That reels out and casts