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Page 8 "Thoughts on Life"
"Alone. . . But with Hope"
"Darkness in the Sky"
"Memories of the Past"
"It All Comes Back"
"Cold, Hard Stare"
"Random Thoughts"

"Thoughts on Life"
8-5-97

As we get older, we realize that life gets shorter.
That along the way we must take time to have fun.
We have to feel like we belong to something,
When everything slips away. . .
When there is nothing left to stand on,
Nothing to keep us from falling,
We have to make our own foundation and live.
We must survive, we have to live through everything.
Through the good, and bad. No matter what.
And so I tell you, live, be yourself, don’t pass away,
But instead show what you can do, what you can be.
Because no one else will be you, you must be yourself.

"Alone. . . But with Hope"
8-6-97

It’s a lonely ride home,
It’s not that much fun,
But what keeps me going,
Preventing me from stopping,
Is the knowledge that you’re at the end.
That you’ll be there always,
It gives me hope.
And for that, I cannot thank you enough.

"Darkness in the Sky"
8-8-97

The skies open up into a world of darkness,
And out of the clouds pour a constant reminder
Of the darkness and sorrow, and the depressing sadness.
Out of the clouds, comes the depression
Of the times yet to be.

Out of the clouds pours an eternal struggle,
Swallowing up every single problem.
There is nothing left, good or bad,
There is just empty space, null and void.

And the skies open up with a word to the world:
Don’t let your guard down for one single second,
Because it will be then that you will wish you hadn’t.
And it will be too late, because you will be dead.

"Memories of the Past"
8-9-97

Everyone’s leaving, no one stays to play.
I feel lonely, all by myself.
Nobody understands me no matter how hard they try.
I could tell them what I’m thinking,
And they would still be confused,
And I would still be lonely. . .

And then my thinking changed,
I would no longer be alone,
I was just thinking of the past,
And what it did to me,
It was hard, and I got through it.
I have many scars, but they heal in time.
But I won’t forget the past, what it did to me.
It changed me forever; it made me think on a certain wavelength.
People still have a hard time understanding me,
But that’s what keeps me from losing hope,
There’s always something inside of me,
Which prevents me from letting go.

"It All Comes Back"
8-10-97

Life is sad the way it cheats you out of things.
It seems that once you find something that fits,
It all changes, or there is a minor flaw,
And it all disappears.
There is nothing left.
And once you think it has come back,
It happens again. . .
And it is gone.
Only this time it’s not coming back.
And it’s too late, all you have left. . .
. . . Is memories.

"Cold, Hard Stare"
8-10-97

I look at the face,
I see sadness and despair.
I look into the eyes.
I see disappointment but hope.
I feel guilty, I know I’m not.
I play the part of the non-conformist,
And I coldly refuse.
I look into the eyes again,
And all I see. . . is a blank wall,
Alone and empty.

"Random Thoughts"
8-12-97

I feel the burden on my shoulders,
I know you’re there to guide me,
But sometimes I don’t want you there.
I think I know what is best for me,
But I’m really hurting myself in the process.
And I feel bad about that,
But I still don’t want you here.

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