Looking for something better,
something higher then what I am doing,
along with all of the things that I am feeling.
That all of this is little more than just a bad dream.
That I really do not exist.
I am finding very little in this life that is worth the effort.
Growing older by the minute.
Feeling the hunger of passion.
It all becomes much too real.
possessions and all of the rest
it all becomes much too real
until we realize that there are times,
when we simply have to let it all go
we can own it all
until it gets ready to consume us
the last full measure of time
keeping myself moving
in order to forget the meaning of this thing called life
but do we know the power of the passing of time.