Time

As the days fade away the problems continue to dilate makes it hard to situate the reason resignation is something I contemplate I don't seek to calibrate with the norm just the way I was raised naturally misplaced misaligned can't be easily defined a hieroglyph often mistooken for a dead end sign just another misguided mind trying to find my other half most cant seem to understand the reason I keep a pen close to my hand plenty have come and gone some connections are still strong while others cease to exist I'm tired of the growing list once familiar faces now strangers facing the opposite direction in search of better connections without reasonable explanation grew the separation another lost cause that isn't considered a big loss so I Let it be each day is getting easier to breathe happiness comes an goes at the same time inspiration decides to flow it amazes me the beautiful things that can grow out of the ashes of the burned fire once again consumed by the fucken desire if I could speak as well as I write probably wouldn't be stuck with so many restless nights.....