Laying in this bed
With the hums of the elecrticy flowing around me
The night air creeping from my window, across the floor
I close my eyes and wonder about life
About the end
And everything in between
I feel so close to my end
With the feeling of love felt so strongly for another
And for the birth of my first child
I feel the end is close yet Im still young to live
I guess the boundries which divide life from death are at best shawdoy and vauge
Who shall say where one ends, and the other begins?
With smoke and mirrors my actions are best judged on the outcomes of them
Either way, the path I decide to finally take
Can be the end of me
Or just the beginning |