i look at the world and it looks back at me,
we both seem to be strangers but with time we we let things ease.
created by the world my connection to it seems strained,
for on the day i was born i gave up the natural way of seeing things,
i saw the world from others eyes seldom trusting my own...
but by the time i found my own eyes a world of time passed me by...
people and memories of distant past return with a flash,
but this time they are seen in a different light....
all the conflict and the pain is replaced by subtle understanding,
i close my eyes and tears roll by
i cry for i have not lived my life to the fullest....
i see so many things i wanted to do...
and so many things i could have done
but then again i wonder is this deja vu or lessons learned...
i guess these lessons make things simple in a world so complicated by fear of treason...
trust is the measure of a mans depth
for if we dont think while we move through life and ponder upon our very existence
tell me some one why do we exist as human when we live like a tin can rolling emptily through life' treacherous roads.....
we both seem to be strangers but with time we we let things ease.
created by the world my connection to it seems strained,
for on the day i was born i gave up the natural way of seeing things,
i saw the world from others eyes seldom trusting my own...
but by the time i found my own eyes a world of time passed me by...
people and memories of distant past return with a flash,
but this time they are seen in a different light....
all the conflict and the pain is replaced by subtle understanding,
i close my eyes and tears roll by
i cry for i have not lived my life to the fullest....
i see so many things i wanted to do...
and so many things i could have done
but then again i wonder is this deja vu or lessons learned...
i guess these lessons make things simple in a world so complicated by fear of treason...
trust is the measure of a mans depth
for if we dont think while we move through life and ponder upon our very existence
tell me some one why do we exist as human when we live like a tin can rolling emptily through life' treacherous roads.....
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