sitting here all alone time and time again.
pages full of lyric that seem to have no end.
i write and i write, these lines fill my head.
but i cant seem ..
to find.. that one ..
single .. line.
have you ever .. just seemed to feel..
like your .. loosing your mind?
When those pages seem to run .. out of time.
water running and storms a brewing.
and you sit down. patiently.
and that damn ink
just starts flowing.
Pages and pages of endless memories.
Times of past lives.. Dreams of New beginings.
No reasonging. No end it seems.
Just lyrics of life.
