All that’s left.
All that’s here.
My friends.
My hearts so clear…

Help me stay awake, away from my fear
Keeping everyone close and mentally near.
Stumbling in my mouth for the correct words.
Lost in thought for the single thing that works.
Grasping at kindness for my next meal.
Now I know how the lower class really feels.
Fearing for a life of crime to feed my addictions.
Being happy to deal with my convictions
I’d be stealing for food
and that’d be the truth.

Can a bone be broken?
Can you lose the awoken?
Struggling…they are here...
My mind is clear.
I have nothing to fear.
My friends love me.. or so I fantasize
I’m sure one day I’ll come to realize,
that what goes around comes around
and I can’t be stuck in the past and profound.
I have to do the same, and care for my friends like the last.
They are all I have, after family, my life and my past…

Who’ll hold my wake to celebrate my life?
Who will be there to console my no-faced wife?
Who will love the me in the past as much as the now?
Will the room be empty, or will they be a rowdy crowd?

I want my loves, my hates,
my pasts and my fates
Love me, for I didn’t do it in malice,
hate me, for I have no palace..
I have a life left, nothing more, nothing less,
but for the rest, I’ll have to guess…
I loved you in past, memory and fate,
and I guess my return came a little late…
I hope you know, it was unintentional
in means and cause
and for all this I will have to let you go,
as I have to take a pause.

08/31/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this for all my friends as a sort of tribute...

Posted on 08/31/2003
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