Yea this is another "Poem" i wrote, when i was upset. I just found it last nite when i was lookin through my Poem/lyric book....
Are beginnings, a starting, or just a end? They come, go, break, and sometimes even mend. How come people forgive and forget? But really here making a trap just waiting to be set. Light is like power, but why is this? Some people shoot for things but then they miss. Stuff crashes, making a mess. Daughters and sons get BEAT if they dont do there "best". Some of these things I find so Crazy, so not. How come i have these Questions, or even these thoughts? My dreams close, but far away. They seem so real, yet so FAINT! I cant grasp on to what i feel is near.