

Down the RoadI find myself years down the road Chasing things I swore I wouldn't And the image in my mirror isnt clearer All the lines that were drawn are smeared As I sit and try to find good in this I cant help but to remenis On the times when future had a meaning When having hope wasnt seen as dreaming What a scattered world I've come upon And to think that I thought all along That I was the one I'd have to change Now my thoughts are rearranged The fact of the matter Is that disaster Is never out of reachDown the Road
The pride of progress thats been made It serve


ThoughtWe all have thoughts inside our head, almost every minute of the day.Thought
Countless ideas that are kept to ourselves, never truly known
or understood by others.
On occasion what a comfort it is to share them, finding that someone else has had similar thinking.
Even now,
as I write this, gazing at the computer screen,
thoughts flow.
Such things as,
"What the heck do I know?" and
"Why am I up so late?"
run through my mind.
Many times these spurts from the brain are ignored,
replaced with focus on a task.
Yet they continue,
thrown asid


The CostAs I sat there thinking, this is what I thoughtThe Cost
What if everything in life could be bought?
What if finding love was only a matter of cost? Would people with money just wander around lost?
Maybe they already do I kept thinking and the meaning of life kept sinking Into my skin It stalled, just moments from my heart I think that was best because it might have stopped
Beating, surely my jaw would have dropped Perhaps I'm looking at it wrong Maybe emotion's too strong to have a price Wouldn't that be nice To know there's something in life only your own soul ca