All Thanks To Her

pr0digal jenius

Ninety miles an hour in a Forty Five
And yet sill life proved faster

A mere 2am, and a family lies shattered
A child stares at the waiting room wall

Innocence lost, along with childhood
He scoops himself up and marches out a man

He buries his feelings and puts a smile on his face
Never quite confronting the void he can all but touch

Secretly longing for wholeness he begins to question
Can he make it on his own?

He doesn't have to though, as he soon realizes
For the sum is always greater then its parts

He has never applied himself before
But for her, it's different somehow

She is everything he can't bring himself to be...
...she's his missing piece

He no longer pretends to smile
But rather, has trouble not smiling

His deplorable mess of a life has purpose now
And the values he had all but let go of, have meaning again

His past confronted, he now eagerly looks towards the future
...And it's all thanks to her

Falstaff

I like it man.....

pr0digal jenius

thanks

Funny what parts of our life we find our minds drifting to in the wee hours of the night

Drakon

I like it too

Falstaff

I know what you mean...
the mists of Autumn herald the frosts of winter, and yet my heart is warmed by the promise of spring...and change...
it is inevitable..
our souls that wander between the pillars of our temple we call our bodies...
they occasionally leave the earth and wander where the stars live and die...
where time itself is diminished by the eternal mechanism of change..
where we are ourselves are truely free
and yet bound to this mortal coil...
our only respite from pain and sorrow..
another sunrise...
and the promise of tomorrow..
one day perhaps on another plane..
we shall suffer no more...
and truly live again...