Ive had numerous epiphanies,
i wrote them down in journals, old style no glare
Why do i share?
Dont lose yourself with
death stands idly by while life gets enraged
each thing of beauty, its so hard to capture
We strive and in our striving we find beauty too
yet while all this goes on the world turns and soon forgets
so easy to lose sight of the love flowing through our veins
while decoys hide on stage
keep this here, turn the page
our glory, our age
imagine your life a story,
years from now, is your head held high?