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And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. And Happiness? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn, That of its charms divests the dewy lawn, And robs each flow'ret of its gem -and dies; A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn, Wh...
You never got to truly know me We wasted time on useless fights It was about who is stronger It was about who is right And now we're left with bleeding hearts There is no winning, only loss No one is right, no one is stronger And all our happiness is lost We fought because we love each other We drove ourselves into the dark I wish we could have been more open I wish I shared with you my light It's all about being honest It's al...
Trapped with nowhere to turn, life is changing beyond my control, causing this deep ache in the bottom of my soul. Someone else is pulling the strings, oh to fly, oh for wings. Escape, I want to dig my self out, filled with despair, filled with doubt. Mute not able to express, this gnawing pain and feeling of relentless distress. Tears that are not visible to the naked eye, silent screams that no one can hear. I try to speak but nothing can ...
My life was the size of my life. Its rooms were room-sized, its soul was the size of a soul. In its background, mitochondria hummed, above it sun, clouds, snow, the transit of stars and planets. It rode elevators, bullet trains, various airplanes, a donkey. It wore socks, shirts, its own ears and nose. It ate, it slept, it opened and closed its hands, its windows. Others, I know, had lives larger. Others, I know, had lives shorter. The depth of l...
No one always tells the truth, Everyone likes better to lie, No one keeps their promises, That they would keep me alive, No one wants to see the tears, But they're not afraid to make, No one wants to watch me crumble, Though honesty they'll fake Why does everything I love get torn from me? I'm sure you've heard a hundred times, But sorrow please let me be, Just a day I want to live that I don't think of home, Because here I&#...
