In a room, with a new soul. Opening up like a new candle.
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This wick has not been determined or of any direction.
Like a new blossom in a field of last years brown dark existence.
Dead leaves around, this may be the end.
Finding the spring, dredging through the sludge of winter spirits.
All I see is pan handlers above the stand.
Beggars and lonely souls looking for affection
where only my life can be of great distance.
Each emotion I only tune to a perfect end
love was only needed if I only I had my emotions
wondering in a land where I once was
use to care and gave my heart open
when I ask if it was true, the life I do not remember
the things where I only wish my heart was applied
this could be the only way I have this existence.
When you hide but honor the darkness inside.
You give only to what is above the crest
underneath is so distant but awake
every word I said or admitted only was cuddled
I forgot who or where it began
say no one, or say nothing, the mind is not forgiven
past experience is only of a memory
no one will ever learn or care your past and its just a story
where your a second actor
a nobody, only you are somebody withing
you awake to discover how wrong you are inside
you life is is only stories and it always look the same
this discovery is only going to wake
to create change you know you can never
put to this fire or spark
memories of past life, will never be relevant until your dying
knowing this will help educate the young
history is important but not your own past
all is forgotten, all is forgotten
wasted the years to only know life.
A 1000 times of discovery
I live you and find you awake
I find you awake
and I find awake
discovery is in time.
In time.... in time. and your only in time.