Life we grip mostly holding fast finding it in us to keep our grasp. Some of us weary grow fragile and may not last. Eventually wanting only lost yesterdays and living for now to go away. Pleasures gone, we seek to care, yet apathy is the burden we bear. Mornings dark is all there is to shine on our despair, who's verses are all that fare.
Unchallenged by the silence we feel, overwhelmed with the nothing we hear. Forced to run back again and find a way to ease the pain from answers inside that will not come. Further from the edge of reason we ask again. The clock strikes one or is it two? I put that on I think its blue?
The start is here, while the end is there. Confusion arises, through us it speaks. The answers are the questions we see. Whats to stop our minds from answering? Exhausted and bewildered we want relief so in our disbelief we take tomorrow like a thief. Replacing it with yesterdays memories, unaware of the grief we leave.
I miss being as active but I work full time now and it seems that if I am on the net my time is limited. Perhaps it won't always be. 
