what can be has been
it has happened,
it will happen
& never again.
it begins at last/
the trip is the dots we connect
the radiance of our choices and intellect
the respect to our peers
and those we neglect.
the whole aspect is suspect,
and though adjacent in all bisects
taking each emotion you feel and putting it into play.
I can tell its just a faze.
but to me its a wonderful haze
I spare words down by the lair
im full of scarce
only diffrence is im aware.
this fare skined chariot will be the life of me
I let my wisdom show at various zeniths
but its so unclear and worthless to this journey i lead
in a time of great unceartinty
true colors bleed...
LETS DANCE ON THE GRAVE OF TOMORROW,
the trumpets blow
Im in tune with the hum and
but I only brought 2 cents
& I've got a contienet to roam.
it intense how much I fear this
Its what I began as and its what I shall end with
all is forever in eternity
Ill sleep when Im dead
but I refuse to choose when.