Time flies
You cannot understand a single second
Yet you understand everything in it
but you question all of it.
What do you do next?
The same thing you always do,
Be yourself.
But what if being yourself,
ends up hurting you?
YOu move on.
What if you don't know how?
You learn to move on.
Moving on is no simple thing,
you need to learn how for each thing.
What if the past keeps showing up,
to haunt you, even in the daytime?
You have to resolve it.
Resolve it, how?
Resolving a problem, or in this case
the past, you have to figure out what
makes it keep apperaing in your mind.
What if you never said what you wanted to?
Then you have to live with it,
if you still have the chance t say it,
Say what you want before it too,
Late.
What about loving somebody?
Thre are many possibilities,
their up to you to decide what happens.
Just remember to move on, no matter what ha[[ends.
Always remember, for it will help you in the future.
Moving on,
Living life,
their all part of this turmoil.
An anime,
A book,
they all have their problems,
not everything has a happy ending,
but you could at least try to make it,
less painful,
less spiteful,
becuase sometimes it seems all your doing is
holding yourself back.
You could have avoided the problem if
you were just being yourself, and
honest with the full story.
But with all the same, I'd still would've fallen in love with him.
Why?
Why?Are you really asking why?
I still would've known him,
becoming close to him,
DAring mself to like him,
Even though I shouldn't have.
I set goals for myself even before,
I met him.
Yet all I should've done is,
Kept to 'em,
but that would've made it harder no matter what I would've done.
Tied to two bonds with the same equality.
UNtirn between the two you don't know what to do
You leave yourself bind on a host while they pull both sides of the rope.
Feeling the storm brezze rocking the boat, with waves crashing down upon its sides.
The rope unties and more loops occer.
Pulling, and pulling 'till the door hurts,
trying to come in,
try to say nobodies home,
but that isn't true,
so you hear their sweet words.
All of them unbinding your sweet beliiefs.
You try and stay together,
but they continue to pull,
losing yourself withiun your soul.
Following a wind blown,
you just want to cry,
but you can't even fear.
Knowing its all right/alright,
is hard for a show,
they drink with their whiskers,
not knowing.
So they fly with a boom,
so they forgetting their souls, not seeing what's
in front of them, even if they did,
they still wouldn't care.
Caring is but a luxury, for those who can see.
Through this dense fog,
and the deep rivers,
and high moutains.
I still want to know,
"Am I free?"
They say this land is free.
But the purpose was broken,
it was restricted,
by the binds of the law.
Which was for free...
but they took this land away from the natives...
we shouldn't even be here.
We are though.
WE cannot change the past but we can change the future.