"retracting a past still present " a poem by me
someday i will dissapear in to the woods and you will find only my influence is left. good or bad. where i will be will be irrelivent to where im going and where i went will be found in others minds. if i can make one person belive in me, then i am confrimed in my own mind. playing songs with no emotion begging for a tear. if i inspire then i live. i want to be insperational, not right. its all to akward of a way to show the world that i lived and i cared, even if i didnt.
i was a part of the infinit and the imagined. now im clean and disgusted. to have been so conclusive for so long promoting happiness. the only way you could ever tell that i have scratched the surface of happiness is to look underneath my fingernails. i should be covered in it, but im slowly building this crazy rollercoaster so people can wait in line to never ride. i look into you and i see myself looking back and disputing the glance.the butterfly effect of the wise musings of an ignorant man, doubting his motivation to "be",by being. what have i finished, i will point up to the stars and recognize illigitimacy, blaming them for not seeing me as i see them. letters becoming adament in clusters, gatekeeping a formula to lable time passed.
time is ripping through the lost and found finding what will then never be found, and dancing with the lost who never stood a chance, a great lie, to what was never lost but givin to time. time was the theif that built reality. but i will always trust it has changed.
a new
corey ferreira
i was a part of the infinit and the imagined. now im clean and disgusted. to have been so conclusive for so long promoting happiness. the only way you could ever tell that i have scratched the surface of happiness is to look underneath my fingernails. i should be covered in it, but im slowly building this crazy rollercoaster so people can wait in line to never ride. i look into you and i see myself looking back and disputing the glance.the butterfly effect of the wise musings of an ignorant man, doubting his motivation to "be",by being. what have i finished, i will point up to the stars and recognize illigitimacy, blaming them for not seeing me as i see them. letters becoming adament in clusters, gatekeeping a formula to lable time passed.
time is ripping through the lost and found finding what will then never be found, and dancing with the lost who never stood a chance, a great lie, to what was never lost but givin to time. time was the theif that built reality. but i will always trust it has changed.
a new
corey ferreira