((I find time and time again I make a two word title lol))
The lines I write, Are based on times...
the times I fight, are constant crimes...
The crimes I have, are constant reminders...
Reminders of what is true...
The Ocean is Black...
The lightning reveals it...
Fading Times, are used to it...
The end we see, we abuse it...
So tell me, How we use it?
What are we here for?
How do we fight off our tormentors?
The question remains....
Who are we..?
Many people look to someone to be...
Johnny cash...
Elvis Presly...
George Washington...
All of them were original...
All of them, Different...
But why would you want to be them...?
They lived their purpose, they are no longer needed...
They did what they loved...
They lived how they lived...
So how can you say "I want to be like them!"
Being like them, changes you..
if you are not you, then you are not serving your purpose...
If you are them, You are repeating the fading times...
If everybody was someone else...
Then Everything would be the same....
The fading times are a thin line...
People choose to be the word "I"..
Going under the waves, crashing away from the blue...
My poetry is Mine, It is not you...
"I" Is a reminder, Of Who I am...
"You" is a reminder of where I stand..
The simplest words.. have the biggest meaning..
"You" Gives your life meaning...
Dont strive to be someone your not...
Fading times grow closer if you do not...
Don't be gone...
Don't be lost..
Leave the world...
Join the host..
The time is near...
to be real clear...
The poetry divided, Is when we fear...
If I was to be open..
If I was to be mad...
The world would definitely feel my wrath...
