Like night to day, I'll live to die another day or just simply into darkness, fade away. The water will run, the rain will fall, the sun will sink and perhaps I'll fall. I'll keep my heart away from where it was, why should I block it out? Part of me says just because. Another day will become another month to a year, another regret and more to do before I die and leave here. To know my mind, to know the contents, all I've lost and that what I wish to find. Lost thoughts, lost dreams, lost wishes I might never find.
