If things were as they were supposed
to have been
...
It is always the wrong time
I'm always saying good bye
to things I never had
...
The Remnants Of What Could Have Been
If things were as they were supposed
to have been
If looking in the mirror didn't
reek of things I'd like to change
And dreams that
were never born
Sitting in silences broken only
by the stinging of pain
The brightly
stinging
numb
nights
Opening eyes to the stand still mornings
of moving too fast just to get through the motions
Moving too slow
trying to catch up to a life where I only long to hang up
check out
leaving the baggage behind