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| 112 9/7/01 Not I have lost it all and I don�t know why, My poems have gone the way of anything that die, Nothing stays in this life of mine for too long, Things tend to slowly go away like your once favorite song What use to be is the past, Almost nothing stays while others just don�t last, So I should be happy cause things appear fine, But I should be happier in this world so unkind It�s not my fault please has become, One of many words I�m using more and more, how dumb, And so what if that�s what I have to do, I�ll do whatever whenever to be happy like what seems all of you To all my family and all my friends, I am even more confused as how this ends, I�m pretty sure it won�t be a very pretty thing, But I�m sure it�ll happen and with my luck it will really sting No clue what last one quite means, And really I don�t want to in any of these upcoming seens, Cause ya I know but don�t at the same time, So pretty much none of that was suppose to rhyme I wish I could be free like a flock of birds, But I could only some this up in so many words, The past is what I would like to forget, And the future is something a just plan don�t get. |