This Is Your Voice

Forever

As I wake-up to another morning, and hear the animals calling, I see the birds slowly awakening, playing their tune, I remember a dream that was so frightening, where I could no longer see the moon, at nighttime, to me, that signals the end of time, as life tries to flee, away from me, as all I want is to be free.

Forever is everlasting, and so I continue dancing, during this ride called life where everything is decided, by a destiny that keeps you guided, along the path, to the aftermath, of your final ride, during your life, where once you sleep forever, the rope that keeps you hanging on, will be severed, and you will only sing one final song.

So we make sure, we enjoy ourselves, help the poor, and learn how to improve oneself, whilst helping out others, whom may need our help, unite within our own lives and cultures, we all have a story to tell, some shocking, whilst others are more calming, but a story, they are, either gory or full of glory, about one's journey to be the star, or one's story about their scar, or wound, from their very astonishing background.

I have a story or two to share, you needn't have to care, but if I told you my story, would everything suddenly become good for me? Would it be like a weight off my chest, if I shared it to the rest, of the world around me, would I finally be free? Tell me, what would be, what would happen? Maybe I'd be the one who's laughing.