I'm just curious, does this ever stop?
Now, I'm not saying I know it all, although I used to,
I don't say that I'm the best, better than the rest,
Though I something find myself thinking so...
You know, maybe I'm great, but I don't know it,
What you say as being a truth, I always said it while it was a lie.
Am I ashamed of what I've done? Maybe, but that's just part of the trick, right?
Manipulating and using all that I can and all that I am....
I always enjoyed posting here, though it brought me sadness,
Though sometimes it brought me harm (or pain)...
I've always wanted one thing!!!!!!!
And it wasn't to have someone, but just for once,
God give me time.
I've always found time to be something we cannot touch,
Something we cannot control, as much as we'd like to.
I remember countless times, whether old or recent,
When I just wanted time.
I didn't need too much, may be two weeks or three,
But that time never came to be.
I hoped and prayed that I'd have time,
To do and mend, that which I have broken.
Willingly I sought to break through the open,
Hoping that one would see, that one would find,
Always, that special/renowned interest of mine.
That time never came and instead...
An age of hate, sorrow and bliss came to avail.
I speak of the present yet think of the past,
Think of you, the one that never passed.
If I could ever express my sorrow,
It would be from tonight,today and all until the last,
Until there would be no more than the past,
And do that which I must have done for your, the last.