Ink falls to paper
Words begin to form shadows on the pure white
Seems like my life
Images, voices, words, shadow the light
Misleading me and taking me down the wrong roads
But somehow I survive the oncoming blows
From others around me and try to live on
Hoping that one day this will all pay off
Dawn, the sun rises in the east
The time I like the least
So hard to start another day
When all the easy times seem to fade away
New choices to make
New promises to break
Dusk, the sun sets in the west
Time for rest
For most at least
Others stay up and think about the day that will come with the sun
Some just run
They hide in their headphones
Let the music ease their pain
Keeping them sane.
