Life is that of death its self,
the irony is the reason for the confusion so many feel.
death in many form is just a suffering to an end,
but life is a suffering of its own kind.
that is reality which you cannot bend,
so I stumble through life blind.
but let me enlighten you,
the sky is blue,
the trees green,
so its like looking at an HD screen.
life has its beauties,
as does the thing we all fear called death.
never forget where we came from,
and where we are headed.
for if we lose sight of the past and future,
we have lost the reason to live now.
so I’m going to hit the ground running,
live life like I’m stunning.
put on the mask of confidence,
never forget my own decadence.
for I am who I was meant to be,
so I shall fight and never flee.
because no one else will ever see,
that I am me.
my story is that of one who has survived.
that of one survives,
so take my hand and we’ll fly,
in to the sky so high,
and never have a reason to cry.