i thought i had held tight enough..
but alas,
i open my hands to see the void..
..and these days which trample me
have not gotten easier,
but, only to that there seems no end..
time upon hours...
i figure to find..
i seek to find a way..
life hands not another deception..
but yet a feeling of disenchantment..
a feeling of why there is not nothing more..
perhaps in time,
in many of time,
i will strive thru my labyrinth of life,
my path through complicated life
but alas,
i open my hands to see the void..
..and these days which trample me
have not gotten easier,
but, only to that there seems no end..
time upon hours...
i figure to find..
i seek to find a way..
life hands not another deception..
but yet a feeling of disenchantment..
a feeling of why there is not nothing more..
perhaps in time,
in many of time,
i will strive thru my labyrinth of life,
my path through complicated life