Thoughts:
Many thoughts run through my head...
Every Night
I think about...
It was 3 O'Clock Am,
And she was asleep in her bed...
I wish I could tell him,
That he makes me smile...
Winter snow so damp and cold
Fire flames burn so bright...
The rain slowly falls from the sky,
Dousing everything with its clear drops...
Winter snow so damp and cold
Fire flames burn so bright...
Im dreaming of a world
That wont come true...
I wish I could tell him,
That he makes me smile...
So many lies have been told,
And so many tears have been shed...
Dont Tell Me The Sky's My Limit.... |
The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive. |
The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else; it is a mainspring of human activity - designed largely to avoid the fatality of death, to overcome it by denying in some way that it is the final destiny of man. |