Why...Life
This world, it moves too fast. I close my eyes, and look to the past. Memories, they surround me Reminders of what used to be. Lost in a sea of remorse Denile, it's my only recourse. Did these things really occur? I don't know, my mind's all a blur. I open my eyes To see what now lies. The present I'm in.... It feels like a prison. It seems to me That all i know is fake. Everything I thought I knew proved wrong. I put my trust In things as sturdy as quicksand. A foundation corrupted by your lies. My own little world, Blocking out the truth Trying but failing to find The rhyme in the season. Nothing makes sense. It's all in my mind. Rooted in my own ignorance. None of it's fair, I've often whined. But now I realize I can't be a child anymore. For in my mind I will rise And find out what my life is for. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 11:04 AM PST 10 • 0
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"This world, it moves too fast...."