Years come and go..
Cemented in the past..
Where I sit and hurt..
Trying to forget, but it means a lot so I stay put..
Falling memories is where it all starts..
My memories rest and of what I lost is still gone...
Trying to win every memory back as it was at the beginning..
Waking from the dead in my own world...
Awaken by the bells of goodness and slap by the hurt words...
Innocents is just a phase of which I cant define..
And mature is quicker than sound...
Waking from crowded mess..
A clear mind is what I need...
Years come and go...
I stay cemented and it seems as if I'll never know..
Some day I believe I will be buried six feet under ground..
But today I forget all the worries and pain..
Life is short and confusing...
I'm wasting my time for the pathetic..
I need to move on..
Through my life's journey...
