Too Much Time

September 10, 2007 - Monday Too Much Time Broken in my mind is trust, and love is a pile of dust; feel the gold of your wedding band as it turns cold on a stranger's hand; all the years spent wasted, lost on a sweetness you once tasted; Is this how it is always going to be, 'coz a future here i don't see; you're holding onto what is already gone, keep reaching out to me with your hands full, and you just might end up alone; Tired is a mind with no rest, still innocent i will confess; this burden should have never become mine, but boundaries can't be laid if there is no line, break the branch and still the tree won't sway, building a kingdom where children don't play, Is this how it always going to be, 'coz a future here, i don't see; drowning in your own creations, if this is the bigger plan then you have made some major miscalculations; life among the dead is unheard amongst the living, life is not about taking or giving, what matters is how you gave and what you took