Cant stop treading water long enough to find land . My arms are tired, I
am tired. Just want to let the current take me to shore but it just leaves
my stranded in the void. No longer do i wish to see anything my disire has
faded. Look for every possible way to pull up but there is always someting
there say you cant come here. Its just getting worse and worse the more i
try. Breathing is a luxary i can no longer afford and i am running low on
air. Everything seems to just faded away and slipp between the shadows.
Broken is the soul of trails that were tread. Roads seem to draw from
anything. I want to draw my sword and fight but it is useless. There is
nothign ot fight for when those in power are fight against you for themselfs
and step on all those who are looking to better a war. Karma is a slow bomb
waiting to go off when ever its ready to exploded.
Untill then i will just drift and fall under this poor forgotten wave we
call home and sink. Its funny when you not where shoes and float clouds.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Juan Branche. Published on e-Stories.org on 10/20/2010.