20 Fourth of February 2 Thousand and Eight

The things you love to worship

will be the things you choose to hate

The memories you capture
will be the things you throw away
The more you try to live
the less you become yourself

Dark times rise
good times fall
happiness breaks
while pain paints your walls

What is left
can peace be bought
what is wrong
can love be owned
who is right
what is false
why cant words
be there own

life creeps by with a twinkle in its eye
it knows whats been, and where to go
its secrets can be afforded
if your willing

not to be bought