I used to be able to write
A thousand words
And they would make you cry
I could describe
A loving life
And suddenly you'd be happy
I could weave a century's story
And make you feel it's every year
But now the words won't come to me
And I'm sorry
There's adventure lost in life
There's fake smiles
There's helplessness
And anxiety
There's a multitude of lies
And the crashing down of reality
I just hope you know
That painful, empty life is not lived for you
But for the effect that you could make on people in the future
I hope that you know
No matter how much you hate that life
You don't get to choose anything
Except to go out and live it
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
شِعرI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
