The Question Of Time

Ugly images, that get older with time Though they can’t complain like me They always seem to cry Where did the days go?, where did my daddy go? Frozen in time the image, As I just frozen here My place in time/existence, the difference is the death I fear Life inside a picture, it’s dusted then it’s clean But the stains within my soul and on my skin Tell me that I am forever scarred Picture shows a tree, a expression of “used to be” The picture freezes her and the picture freezes me But does it ever stop to wonder, where the days have gone? Throughout all the violence, throughout all the pain The new picture sitting next to me, says he’s felt the same It wants to be frozen again, but frozen in the past An image that lies next to me, the image it won’t last The image it dies with, buried beneath the grass Where did all the days go? Where did my friends go, when they went for fun? My best sat alone one day, and befriended a gun Reflection that I see through, is not what I used to be The innocence inside it lost and the will to be My writing is unstructured, my life has been that too I was forever trying to do what I had to do But the only thing that kept me going, was the memory of you Well, my time is up now, and up I hope I go Take me through the clouds lord To the place I want to go No woman here beside me, no family And no friends, no picture left to guide me I fear this is the end So take me now and tell me What was the point in that Someday I will leave this place, and return to a map Until that day, I’ll rest me head Thinking of the beautiful things, the people that are dead Knowing that your reading this, makes it worthwhile that I’m dead Where did all the days? What did they do to my youth? Tell me lord above us Please tell me the truth Is it something that I did wrong Did I forget to tell the truth? Tell me as I’m dying Tell me before It’s too late Tell me lord above Tell me… Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 03:44 AM PST   10 • 0