That if tears were money, I'd be far in debt.
I remember when we weren't so sad.
In our eyes, things didn't appear as bad.
Every day had brought something new.
We had everything to look forward to.
Growing up wasn't as easy as it's said to be.
Times have changed, and negativity is all I see.
We were brought up to put all our faith in God.
My conclusion of this "holy one" is it's all a fraud.
Contemplating out who, in the mirror, I see.
This being is confusing, and certainly isn't me.
No way is it possible to change the hands of time.
Age speaks everything, and shows how far to climb.
We can't do enough to help the situation any.
Dwelling on our now, when the future holds too many.
It would be pointless, to bring us into life:
Dessert in the beginning; the end, comes the strife.
There has to be something waiting at the end
to heal our pain; and our souls, it will mend.
Ending it now, you are skipping the rest.
Leaving it all behind, heading for the best.
You could do that now, but what about us?
Living the very longest, is our special plus.
It doesn't hide the horrid people you and I will meet.
It looks them in the face, and tells them to take a seat.
Well, a valueable stubbornness I have learned,
And realizing what is best, the tables have turned.
The sky is not a sky, the grass is not the grass.
Everything's an obstacle set here for us to pass.
~Emily Adams 06/03/02
Love without your heartbeat
I, I can't live within you."
-Jim Henson