Conflict

Living life but is hiding waking up but feel like dying, wishing you could fly but falling and feeling like the world is crashing. You take one breath in and breathe out slowly stepping in the light you go, facing reality very slow. Watching time flash before your eyes and you see the truth deep inside. Your world turns out to be a game of life, facing it makes you wanna die. Feeling reality's pain and pleasure yet so strong but very clever. Embracing it with all your might trying not to give up the fight. Taking responsibility for your lies and actions seeing the mistakes you made in fractions. You take one breath in and breathe out slowly. You step back out of the light that's holy. Facing reality is what you struggle to do but some how you made half way through.

We look up into the sky entwined in it's view for it looks divine in the day that we may die. We fly through our past, pray for the day that we lay. We look up into the sky further from what we planned, our lives were long our youth was strong in the day we may die. We refused to have our age limit us and We refused to be abused also used. We look up into the sky again, memories rush as each minute passes. Memories fade as we grow gray in the days we die. Waking up to see my love. Waking up to breaking another year. In the days we die, we look up into the sky. Life is short and time moves so fast. The creativity in the youthful will sadly not last. Take in today. Pay attention to tomorrow because not matter what life works like dominos. The actions you take will affect someone else. Just always remember it is up to yourself. The clock will keep moving, time never stops. Not for you. Not for anyone.