The memories flash by as things remain of the past. The daunting transitions of things you now no longer want it to last. You seek no more refuge, yet remain blind. You remain in solitude it's yourself you try so hard to find. With brokeness inside you pick up the pieces, with mistakes to remind you of the past decayed. You can never have karma, play by the rules as you always stay unattached and see how cruel. I cannot fathom and wonder what happened, as things become shattered looking at the scars I count. I always seem to be losing this bout. A battle of the willful and strength of the meek. I look forward to happiness I seek. The moments that linger with a taste so sour, I know that I feel myself slipping away every hour. I do not cowar I do not moan the seed of bitterness. Yet I try to live in glee. As there is no longer you and me, but I won't stop surviving and won't stop breathing without thee. I have only disposable memories.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
