How fast will the maples turn yellow
and light our walk in the park
To live is to travel a journey
from the roots to the outer bark
The story will end
when the breeze falls asleep
And everything is silent
like tears to a cheek
I've been counting my breaths
in phase with the beating of my heart
It's losing it's rhythm
I'm losing my spark
From the cradle to ash
From the present to the past
From an infant to an elder
I held the beat of my drum for as long as I was able
Life was a book in reverse
the best things came first
but the last chapter was
the first that i found comfort in
The mist will take me away
and we all knew that it would
I almost want it to happen
although it's not what I should
wish for something to come
something useful to be
where I'm wanted again
a place for old eyes to see
You came to visit my bed
Said you missed my voice
That a piece of the puzzle
had just vanished and gone
Life was stripped from my bones
and I could see in your eyes
that you've have been thinking of stones
and what to write on mine
But as time has come to
take what it wants
I can't help to think about
things I've lost
and all ambitions that I
never had time to explore
And looking back at it, honestly there were a lot
I guess no one's ever satisfied with what they've got
I've been thinking of stones
I'm still counting my breaths
but i can hardly hear the beating of my heart
still counting my breaths,
inhale exhale
So now I'm at the bottom of my troubled mind
with a pocket full of borrowed time
I'm still walking down this mountain path
but now I've almost reached the end
And as I sit down on this mound of failures and old dreams
while the sun's last rays warm my face
the same words keep ringing in my ears
we never have enough time
And so it seems
death drilled a hole within in my dreams
and i fell down
And so it seems
there is no cure for this disease
and we're all sick
You will find me inte the past
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