A man can always hope…
Please… for the sake of all mankind.
It’s never too late…
My life in 4 minutes. I’ve lied to make myself seem cooler, I’ve said one thing but did another. I’ve been caught and shamed the name of Christ because of it. But He never did abandon me. He never fed me to the crow and wash His hand’s of my sorry life. He picked me back up, dope-slapped me because I knew better, and showed me the Path again. Forgive me.
why… why me? what did I do? And since that time, what have I done right?
I am Me.
And so, it begins again… The turn of the earth, the sand and the surf contiunes to pound, and as long as my nerves hold their ground and not break to the sound of the world moving on without me… Because the world moves on without me…
And it never ends… The cycle of past, present, and future colliding in one sitting, just what am i missing? First it’s him, then it’s her, then it’s you, and there’s nothing I can do ‘cause life goes on in spite of me… Life goes on in spite of me…
And my heart beats again… Another pretty face of another careless mistake, what will it take to get me to forget about the past, how it won’t last, and stop wondering in misery why love’s such a mystery? Love’s a mystery…
Is everyone going too fast or I am standing still, stricken by grief? Am I the blindman bluffing, or am I just following the Cheif? Will this be the end of the cape crusader and his trusty comedic relief? I sit on the stoop and ponder on in disbelief… Pondering in disbelief…
Cars go by, birds take to the sky, as clouds roll up, the sun rolls over and the trees begin to sigh. Rain falls and washes away the light, it’s going to be another stormy night. I sit in repression denying my depression the assumption that it has any rights. I put back on my mask and go out to fight the good fight… Fight the good fight.
Even though the world moves on without me… yeah, life goes on in spite of me, and love remains a nightmare of a mystery. I won’t continue pondering in disbelief because all that is history. I fight the good fight and run my race without misery. Rain beating against my face, stinging like mace, but it’s ok because I know who I am… I am me.
