In the form of a log
Log 356, current place: room.
Long have been the days since then. Long have been the hours, and everything has changed over a small period of time. As i look back on the past all I see makes me happy, good times they were all. Sitting here now in silence i wonder if they will ever return, i wonder if the inspiration will flourish once again like it did then. I don't quite know what will happen, i ay seek and find it in a different place. I may find something just as good, we cannot tell untill it happens.
Tommorow is a new day,
and i shall live it that way.
I'll let the past stay,
Yet hope for the future to change,
Wether repeat lays ahead,
Possibly times I may dread,
But i will raise my head,
And face all the comes.
Knoeing not what i will get,
On a new journey i set,
And though im not there yet,
I'll continue to travel to you.
And though things may be confusing,
And over analisis is sure ensueing,
I;m sure i'll figure it out soon.
For if i fail to do so,
Then i may have to go,
Sitting in my room all night,
Trying to keep away the fright.
The fright of what the future hold,
Opening doors and bending folds,
Ecoing everything untold,
I'll some how find what i will do.
I'll somehow find what i will do...
Long have been the days since then. Long have been the hours, and everything has changed over a small period of time. As i look back on the past all I see makes me happy, good times they were all. Sitting here now in silence i wonder if they will ever return, i wonder if the inspiration will flourish once again like it did then. I don't quite know what will happen, i ay seek and find it in a different place. I may find something just as good, we cannot tell untill it happens.
Tommorow is a new day,
and i shall live it that way.
I'll let the past stay,
Yet hope for the future to change,
Wether repeat lays ahead,
Possibly times I may dread,
But i will raise my head,
And face all the comes.
Knoeing not what i will get,
On a new journey i set,
And though im not there yet,
I'll continue to travel to you.
And though things may be confusing,
And over analisis is sure ensueing,
I;m sure i'll figure it out soon.
For if i fail to do so,
Then i may have to go,
Sitting in my room all night,
Trying to keep away the fright.
The fright of what the future hold,
Opening doors and bending folds,
Ecoing everything untold,
I'll some how find what i will do.
I'll somehow find what i will do...