Even when you tell the truth, sometimes you lie.

Even during life, sometimes you die.

When time gives you answers, and you still ask why.

Why bother to say hello, if in the end you'll say goodbye?


It's all mirrors and smoke, my vision is disturbed.

My soul is broken, and my spirit is hurt.

Sometimes a smile, is memory unchanged.

And the sight of yours, love untamed.


But if not now, when?

I write this, as I crawl.

Sometimes I think too much,

Sometimes I don't think at all.