skyalf
Bluelighter
it is mathematically reasonable to assume
all the things possible are destined to come to pass
even though the effect and manifestation may cancel out to null
otherwise is a possibility that is worth a try
so why then am i staring at the wall?
isn't hope just a semi-probable chance?
why am i living if i am doomed to go?
don't we all hope to leave our mark?
i have said so before, in accepting the truth
a pink veil of dreams is torn from our eyes
but their coming true still beacons. more blood
so why am i staring at the wall?
it is so true what they say, how hope always dies last
billions of lives are gone, lost in the faded ink on yellow pages of time
yet again we all live, love, cry and die, ever so oblivious in our denial
so why am I staring at the wall?
doesn't your cause deserve some faith?
or so sometime someone may ask
and i would answer: have you seen; the Sun forever lose its light?
and so.. i'm staring at the wall
because wind circles inside my head
because pain dwells in my empty room
where the blinds are always shut
and the memories line the floors
because summer has ended since
because leaves will forever fall
in this haze of unceasing dreams
and the visions of past long gone
i would know: nothing has started over, following its end
i would know that the word that i always looked for was never
i would know that hope for happiness is every man's grail
i too have pitied myself, for not being able to walk in a certain direction
now it all seems to have been long ago to the sardonic laughter in place of my tears
i chose to welcome my inevitable bane, like when i was born - with no concept of fear
i chose to never regret not having that which could never again be mine
i chose at long last to abandon all hope.. and finally enter the living
And that is why i am staring at the wall.
skjalff
all the things possible are destined to come to pass
even though the effect and manifestation may cancel out to null
otherwise is a possibility that is worth a try
so why then am i staring at the wall?
isn't hope just a semi-probable chance?
why am i living if i am doomed to go?
don't we all hope to leave our mark?
i have said so before, in accepting the truth
a pink veil of dreams is torn from our eyes
but their coming true still beacons. more blood
so why am i staring at the wall?
it is so true what they say, how hope always dies last
billions of lives are gone, lost in the faded ink on yellow pages of time
yet again we all live, love, cry and die, ever so oblivious in our denial
so why am I staring at the wall?
doesn't your cause deserve some faith?
or so sometime someone may ask
and i would answer: have you seen; the Sun forever lose its light?
and so.. i'm staring at the wall
because wind circles inside my head
because pain dwells in my empty room
where the blinds are always shut
and the memories line the floors
because summer has ended since
because leaves will forever fall
in this haze of unceasing dreams
and the visions of past long gone
i would know: nothing has started over, following its end
i would know that the word that i always looked for was never
i would know that hope for happiness is every man's grail
i too have pitied myself, for not being able to walk in a certain direction
now it all seems to have been long ago to the sardonic laughter in place of my tears
i chose to welcome my inevitable bane, like when i was born - with no concept of fear
i chose to never regret not having that which could never again be mine
i chose at long last to abandon all hope.. and finally enter the living
And that is why i am staring at the wall.
skjalff
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