Life's short span,
And before we know,
Life has passed us by.
Live for the moment
And for every sigh,
For all the joy
That passes by,
For you, my friend,
Are a beauty, that I
Will miss the most,
When I die.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.